She doesn't go anywhere, but she does stay warily on her feet.

The black horse doesn't return instead retreating deeper into the forest.

There's not many others in the area the horse is headed- just one lady who keeps to herself and doesn't like social interaction. It's quite peaceful there.

Donnavan shakes his head as he proceeds further. He tries to avoid the one lady knowing full well that she wouldn't react well to him.

The plants here are all warped into strange positions- it looks as if a black hole contorted them towards it. They're not natural positions, and he's heard them move before.

It's beautiful, in a strange way- the trees form swirled archways to nothing but more twisted forest, the bushes stand upright like pillars, and the prickly ivy and thorns that would usually be a nuisance are instead perched in swirls and zigzags atop bushes and trees. Plus, when it happens to trees that bear fruit, they seem to grow faster and taste sweeter. Despite the danger of its resident, this area of the forest feels incredibly tranquil, albeit surreal and alien.

Donnavan looks around worriedly. He knew this area seemed tranquil but looks can be very deceiving. That was how he had gotten the scar on his back leg and why it bothered him so much.

Its resident lives in the center of this mess of contorted trees. He should be safe, so long as he doesn't head towards the middle and avoids the large hole towards the northernmost end.

Donnavan looks around and skirts around the large hole. He quickly exits that part of the forest and tries to find a quiet place to rest for a while.

The rest of the forest is quiet. Plus, the trees and other plants in the rest of the forest don't curve like they're trying to do yoga, so it feels more familiar.

Shaking his head again Donnavan wonders if he should tell the others that the two non-humans might have seen him. Deciding to do that he goes to find Feradelma and knows to brace himself for the reaction.