After finishing returning the breakfast, Sascha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Unstable, she walked away and took a deep breath, instantly sensing the mana in the atmosphere.
"Like going home." The home she never had. She sighed, feeling so confused by the strange sensation that she simply pushed the sentiment aside.
She turned carefully on her heel to avoid disturbing her sick stomach; Sascha found that wherever she was, she was completely alone.
It was a strange place and it reminded her of the inside of a hollow log. She paused and reflected.
"Not that this hole." It was made up of a network of hundreds of smaller and thinner trees. They were arched side by side and in perfect communion towards the sky, spreading out into a wide canopy of overflowing branches and foliage.