[ She hesitates, not wanting to lose track of the magic lines or to make Frieda transform again just for the purpose of finding them again — it doesn’t seem to be painful or even majorly uncomfortable, as far as she can tell, but it still feels wrong to make her do it just for Falin’s own convenience. Luckily, she decides the chances of them getting quite that lost are not very high; the village doesn’t seem far, and if they don’t have to make any unexpected turns, they should be able to find their way again without much trouble. ]

You’re right. Let’s go, then, just for a moment — we’ll just take a peek and then we’ll keep moving…!

[ For all her previous doubt, she’s as spry as a doe when she takes off in the direction of the settlement, all but skipping along on the forest floor; she’s not in a rush, but she’s clearly excited, and it’s not long until she emerges from between the trees at the forest’s edge and pauses, maybe ten steps ahead of Frieda at most. ]

Huh?

[ When Frieda catches up with her, what she sees outside of the forest is a medium-sized village, not unlike one she could find somewhere within Wall Maria, probably in the north — judging by the architecture, the original village must be located somewhere cold, where wood is abundant and protection from the elements is the main concern. The houses look sturdy and comfortably lived-in — there is laundry hanging outside a few of them, there are stables and dog houses and chicken coops, there is even smoke coming from all the chimneys…

Just no people. ]

Oh… I, well, I suppose it makes sense, I can’t imagine there would be anyone here except us — it’s meant to be our dream, after all…

[ Despite that, she still sounds a little disappointed. ]