The forest is small. Not like it is quick to get through, but it's clogged. A small space. If I wasn't used to small spaces, I'd be very uncomfortable. I ask Maeve if I used to go through small spaes and she tells me that she and I met in a small space and I smile and remember the room under the willow tree. She smiles back and nods and keeps on walking. We walk for ages.
I trip once on what Maeve calls a "root". We don't have roots in the city just like we don't have many trees. I guess roots come with trees somehow. I ask Maeve if roots are half-buried, fallen trees and she shakes her head and says that they are how the trees get food and nutrients. I never knew trees needed food. Aaron mentions that they are alive. I ask him if they ever move. He laughs and says no, they are stuck there and I say that must be an awful existance.
We had trees in the city but they had spirits on them and on the Night of the Last Hanging, they would come alive like the monsters did. With this memory, the fuzzy spot in my mind is erased until only a tiny, almost unimportant piece is left. I don't tell Maeve because I remember I'm not supposed to trust anyone. Daryl said so. I only trusted Jason and he betrayed me...
I smile and step over a root on the ground and followed Maeve further into the forest, watching out for anything and everything. Just like the old days.
