They fell into silence again. Technical silence, anyway; the wind rustled the bushes all around them. It was almost like sitting in a very quiet blender. And in spite of the lack of visibility, Bitterroot began feeling exposed. No, not in spite of it; because of it. There could be somepony just five yards away and she couldn’t see them. And here she was, just sitting in the open. She began rustling her wings, pushing at the ground- “I’m gonna go check again,” she said quickly to Amanita. She took off before she could get a response.