[ One of the things she might notice about the woods is the fact that the trees are louder than normal. When the animals in the woods start to perform for her, the trees rustle and shake, despite there being no wind. If she listens closely, it almost sounds like indecipherable whispers.
And as if he was summoned (he kind of was - the trees like to tattle), Royce arrives on the scene. He situates himself on a high branch in a tree not far from her, hood up, most of his face hidden. His stupidly long cloak drapes down off the side of the branch. He watches the animals move for a long moment, and then, in a voice just loud enough for her to hear: ]
You're making the trees nervous. [ It's casual. Conversational. Like people can normally hear what trees are feeling. ]
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And as if he was summoned (he kind of was - the trees like to tattle), Royce arrives on the scene. He situates himself on a high branch in a tree not far from her, hood up, most of his face hidden. His stupidly long cloak drapes down off the side of the branch. He watches the animals move for a long moment, and then, in a voice just loud enough for her to hear: ]
You're making the trees nervous. [ It's casual. Conversational. Like people can normally hear what trees are feeling. ]