The group gets a little strung out with Lamya picking up the rear, encumbered as she still is by the very, very faintly struggling minotaur inside her stomach and Aiyaka as eager as ever to forge forward and explore new areas. This stand of trees doesn't seem to be much, just a couple dozen in the middle of what looks increasingly wide and muddy as they approach. Overhead, the winged figures continue circling for a while, then one flies up and back into the fog leaving the other one in view; its circles get tighter above the group, though it doesn't make any attempt to descend to the party's level. Aiyaka continues approaching, sniffing the air; oddly, there's more than a little smell of flowers in *front* of her, as well as behind.<br/><br/>[[One more prod; if there's anything anyone would like to do that isn't 'push onward', post, or I'll be pushing on towards the next scene tomorrow. ^_^ Ragnar, that's fine; it happens to everyone sometimes!]]