Had it been a different part of the the forest, the scenery would undoubtably have been more picturesque. At this time of year, the leaves were multicolored and glowing with color; walking beneath them, one had the opportunity of being bathed in light or shrouded in darkness, depending on the luxuriance of the canopy above.

Yet in this part of the forest, it was obvious that winter had already arrived. Overhead the trees extended barren branches, the gray and unaapealing sky starkly visible. Even the ground was stiff and dull, the fallen leaves already blown off to other parts by the cold winds of November.

Given how dull and acutely unpleasant the landscape was, it was hardly surprising that there were few Soquili wandering it. Those that craved beauty, or sociability, or even pleasantry would likely avoid it like the plague...

However, it was an excellant place to go if one wanted peace, was anti-social, or just needed some time to themself. For this reason, it was a favorite haunt of Indawo these days; the liklihood of running into others was minimal, so he was free to mull over his own thoughts in peace. Because for Indawo, contant was something meant to be instigated by he himself.

Given that, perhaps he wouldn't have come around these parts if he had known he wasn't the only one around....