The Thistle Wood would not be easy to access, and the pair found themselves sloshing through the swamp lands, at times the land becoming dense, but then suddenly would break away, and Sah-lora found herself nearly spilling face first into the waters.
"Be careful of your step," she went on, voice low as her green eyes cut across the swamp lands. "Those who wish to seek us harm are all around us." And she felt her skin prickle as she heard the noises of the one's they had thwarted earlier.
"Come, we must hurry!" And she pointed towards the thorny, grey trees on the horizon.
"Over there is where we must go. If my mother is anywhere, it is in that place."