Troll Bore . . .
I felt someone was watching me, and I glanced at Feliz, who gave me piercing glares.
I smiled and waved my hand her way. She reciprocated with a flip of her hair and a snobby flung of her head forward.
My smile dropped, and I stopped pretending when they weren't looking. I then stared at the scenery to pass the time.
Dancing rays of light dapple the ground in an ever-shifting pattern. The leaves above stain the sunlight green, and everything around us took on an emerald hue.
The pungent scent of rotting leaves and damp earth filled my nostrils. The trees loomed close, leaves rustling overhead as though engaged in whispered conversation.
These ancient, territorial borders were deep and dense, filled with meadows, veteran trees, and trickling brooks. Made distinctively by their prominent number of trees, their interlinked canopies form a continuous cover on the plant life that grew beneath.