Good. 'Cause I don't like leaving mysteries unsolved.
[She keeps going further in for a while, and gradually it gets darker as they go. Though the visual may be lost on Matt, there are other tangible symptoms. The air chills from lack of sunlight, and the warm patches of sunlight they pass under on their way seem to grow less and less frequent. Songbird cries sound further away. Curiously enough however, the darkness doesn't seem to bother Ahsoka, much in the same way it doesn't bother Matt. She continues to move with confidence, deftly stepping over every upturned root and ducking every low-hanging branch as easily as before.
At least, until the roots of the trees start to grow bigger, anyway. They start to grow tall enough that they're half way up her shins, and then halfway up her legs, and she has to take more care scrambling over them as they get bigger. Eventually, she comes to one that comes up to her waist. She stops in front of it and looks at it, frowning. Annoyed.]
... Huh.
[That's all she says, nothing more. She's clearly still thinking about how to approach this. If she wasn't carrying someone she could clear it with ease, but the lack of being able to use her arms and the extra weight makes it too difficult. She looks from side to side-- maybe she can go around...?]
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[She keeps going further in for a while, and gradually it gets darker as they go. Though the visual may be lost on Matt, there are other tangible symptoms. The air chills from lack of sunlight, and the warm patches of sunlight they pass under on their way seem to grow less and less frequent. Songbird cries sound further away. Curiously enough however, the darkness doesn't seem to bother Ahsoka, much in the same way it doesn't bother Matt. She continues to move with confidence, deftly stepping over every upturned root and ducking every low-hanging branch as easily as before.
At least, until the roots of the trees start to grow bigger, anyway. They start to grow tall enough that they're half way up her shins, and then halfway up her legs, and she has to take more care scrambling over them as they get bigger. Eventually, she comes to one that comes up to her waist. She stops in front of it and looks at it, frowning. Annoyed.]
... Huh.
[That's all she says, nothing more. She's clearly still thinking about how to approach this. If she wasn't carrying someone she could clear it with ease, but the lack of being able to use her arms and the extra weight makes it too difficult. She looks from side to side-- maybe she can go around...?]