Live Edge Forest
"Katya, do you hear that?" Andrei whispered, whipping his head around to try catch a glimpse.
"It is nothing, Andrusha. The stories our mothers told us are just... getting to us." Katya continued walking, footsteps crunching across snow and hushed by layers upon layers of dry pine needles. Each step brought them closer to getting to the waterfall so they could get out of this damn forest. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder if the hairs rising on the back of her neck meant something more than an old wives' tale...
A forest of ice pines blanketing the steep northern side of the Spring Rim. Known to be dangerous and eerie, travelers often reporting a constant sense of being watched...