[ Lauralae is not necessarily a victim of the spell - she has, unfortunately, learned this forest like a second skin, knows the twists and turns of it as though she herself was born there - but she is getting a little turned around, as though she is in the depths of a fog. Her irritation is clear, and she would lash out were there anyone present to hear the echoes of her frustration.
There is a sense of unease about the place, something she almost hears from the trees themselves, a stranger walking amongst the forest and taking from it without permission. She understands: this is a place that does not take such things with a speck of kindness, and it is clear that the intruder was either unaware or simply did not think of it in this case.
The forest is near enough sentient with all the magics around it, and she has taken years to learn it properly.
She tracks that strange, discomforting feeling and peers, body low, through the bushes, gazing out at the figure. With a tilt of her head and a frown on her face she realises that it's someone she knows - a strange thing, for someone of her age and nature, to see someone familiar lifetimes after they last saw each other. Slowly, she almost crawls through the undergrowth like some kind of animal, peering up at Alucard with her large, wide eyes.
Perhaps he will recognise her. Perhaps he will not. Either way, she knows him, so her guard is relaxed. ]
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There is a sense of unease about the place, something she almost hears from the trees themselves, a stranger walking amongst the forest and taking from it without permission. She understands: this is a place that does not take such things with a speck of kindness, and it is clear that the intruder was either unaware or simply did not think of it in this case.
The forest is near enough sentient with all the magics around it, and she has taken years to learn it properly.
She tracks that strange, discomforting feeling and peers, body low, through the bushes, gazing out at the figure. With a tilt of her head and a frown on her face she realises that it's someone she knows - a strange thing, for someone of her age and nature, to see someone familiar lifetimes after they last saw each other. Slowly, she almost crawls through the undergrowth like some kind of animal, peering up at Alucard with her large, wide eyes.
Perhaps he will recognise her. Perhaps he will not. Either way, she knows him, so her guard is relaxed. ]
You didn't ask nicely. The trees were listening.