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It was completely different from the gloomy, or rather, melancholic and dreary forest she had been in until now.
Could things change so much just by crossing that rocky area and the small stream?

After crossing the high, rocky ground that straddled the river, Coai looked for a place with a gentle slope, circled around, and descended into the forest... she was just about to enter it.
Above her were the flowering trees she had seen earlier... instead of leaves, their branches bore white, or faintly crimson, flowers.

Coai had no memory of ever seeing trees that bore only flowers on their branches, with no leaves. Perhaps if she searched every corner of the Great Eastern Forest where she usually lived, she might find some depending on the season.
In any case, it was a forest filled with trees unfamiliar to Coai. However, she had no hesitation in stepping into it.
Because she felt it was a much more pleasant, forest-like forest than the one she had been walking through, which had a clinging dampness to it.

A few steps into the woods, just as she'd felt at the entrance... it was somehow pleasant.
The sights, smells, and wind that Coai imagined when she thought of a forest.
The green, the tranquility she wanted to share with Snow when she thought of a forest.

A place different from before, a place with its usual sense of peace.
A place where she felt she could become warm if she spent time with her.

Of course, with no food or drink on hand... she had no intention of calling her.
Not in this place, where it seemed difficult to even prepare a meal, let alone serve wine.
She would stop at just imagining her, strolling through the forest together.

She tried imagining her walking a few steps ahead.
Her imaginary self would immediately turn around, smile, and approach.