Walking
The mist gave way to a thicket that looked as though it was wholly not part of the forest. The atmosphere here felt different somehow, in a manner I could not describe. It was more of the overall feeling. The heaviness disappeared, replaced by a sense of ease. Like how one might edge into comfort when putting on a favorite jacket that provided familiarity and safety.
"We must go through here, and then we'll finally arrive to where we are headed," Lucien said, his glowing arm gesturing up a hill. Before us was a narrow path lined with tall grasses that grew up to my waist. Flying through and above them were fireflies, their tiny bodies flickering in and out like stars.
I nodded at him. "Got it."
Once we got up hill, I heard the faint splashing of water. I thought that my ears were fooling me, but we eventually neared a small river that ran to the south. The goddess knew where it was going, but I didn't.