The forest of those who stray.

Only those who stray from the path can find this part of the forest, and those who stray were never found.

It’s rumored those who stray now live freely within the forest.

Yet it was also rumored that those who stray were not found because the forest killed them.

“Are you sure we should even throw the party here? Haven’t you heard the rumors?”

‘Of course I have, besides, Summer wanted an extravagant engagement celebration, and this will be the best place to host it! Especially at night, have you ever see. The forest at night?’

“No, but you have?”

A wave of a hand, dismissing the idea. ‘Nonsense! Not this one, anyways!’

The tone wasn’t trustworthy, but the companion didn’t seem to realize that. “You seem familiar with the forest though.”

A swift turn and stare. ‘I always stay on the path, and if I don’t it’s only one step off the path and right back on. Further up-‘ the tone is hurried as if trying to change the subject, turning away, pointing up ahead ‘is where the path widens. We can set everything up here!’

“But how would we keep everything on the path? Wouldn’t it be dangerous!”

A long pause.

‘No. You- living organism have to stay on the path. The forest won’t eat a table.’ Hurried on, ‘I mean it definitely can as The table is wooden and Is made with its own children. How would you feel watching your family killed and then used right in front of you? Why do you think it’s children who get lost? A trade for a trade.”