[ since jyn is bringing up the rear, every so often she marks their path with a paint stick from her bag. she'd been using it to mark cleared vehicles, it works just as well tracing an arrow on a tree, vibrantly orange against the verdant greens and browns of the forest. it reminds her of the green of takodana and the deeper they go, the denser the canopy becomes, giving them some small respite from the burning sun. it also necessitates prompto hacking away to keep them on a semblance of a path through the deep, squishy moss that surrounds them with a heady, earthen scent -- clean and natural.
it's fascinating out here in the forest, so different from the city behind the wall. ferns rise as high as their hips, shuttering shyly closed at the touch, buzzing insects less shy as they try to nip and bite and suck as any exposed skin. there are patches of fungi that look like darling speckled toadstools and others that more resemble pale human flesh, juices oozing across the caps like sores weeping blood, and swaths of the desiccated corpses of entirely white flowers, a garden bed of ghosts.
it is slow going, but eventually they find a small clearing to set up a base camp in the forest. not too much room to move around, just enough to set up a tent and start a fire to hopefully keep away the worst of the insects and the most inquisitive of the big eyed monkeys that had clung to the sides of trees, seemingly fascinated with these interlopers to their home. ]
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[ since jyn is bringing up the rear, every so often she marks their path with a paint stick from her bag. she'd been using it to mark cleared vehicles, it works just as well tracing an arrow on a tree, vibrantly orange against the verdant greens and browns of the forest. it reminds her of the green of takodana and the deeper they go, the denser the canopy becomes, giving them some small respite from the burning sun. it also necessitates prompto hacking away to keep them on a semblance of a path through the deep, squishy moss that surrounds them with a heady, earthen scent -- clean and natural.
it's fascinating out here in the forest, so different from the city behind the wall. ferns rise as high as their hips, shuttering shyly closed at the touch, buzzing insects less shy as they try to nip and bite and suck as any exposed skin. there are patches of fungi that look like darling speckled toadstools and others that more resemble pale human flesh, juices oozing across the caps like sores weeping blood, and swaths of the desiccated corpses of entirely white flowers, a garden bed of ghosts.
it is slow going, but eventually they find a small clearing to set up a base camp in the forest. not too much room to move around, just enough to set up a tent and start a fire to hopefully keep away the worst of the insects and the most inquisitive of the big eyed monkeys that had clung to the sides of trees, seemingly fascinated with these interlopers to their home. ]