Guided Walk Explore the Wilderness

Word Count: 480

| Date: September 22nd, 2026 | Time: Morning | Location: Uagadou |
| Mentions: @Bella Light |

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

“𝚆𝚘𝚠, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍. “𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖!”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙, 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢. 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙. 𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙, 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜.𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜.

“𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜?” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝. “𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎?”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙.

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎?” 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. “𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜?”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢—𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑. 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

“𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗. “𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜!”

OOC Notes: Become one with nature!
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Elara stayed near the back of the group as they followed Nyakato along the path. She kept looking from one side to the other. There were plants everywhere. Some she recognised from books. Others were completely new to her. The bird caught her attention when it flew out from the trees. Elara stopped for a moment to watch it. Its blue and green feathers stood out against the leaves before it disappeared into the distance. "A Rwenzori Turaco," she whispered to herself. She tried to remember the name as she walked on. There were wild orchids growing near the trees. Moss hung from the branches. Elara wanted to take a closer look at some of them, but Nyakato's warning was still fresh in her mind. Don't touch anything. When Nyakato suddenly stopped, Elara nearly walked into the person in front of her. She stepped aside and looked around. Signs of animals? She wasn't sure what she was supposed to find. Elara looked down at the ground first. There were fallen leaves, small twigs, and patches of bare soil. A few marks ran through the dirt near one of the trees. She crouched slightly. Are those tracks? Elara wasn't sure. They were faint, and she had no idea what had made them. She looked around instead, wondering if there might be something else nearby. A broken twig caught her eye. Then another. She followed the small trail with her eyes, trying to work out where it might lead.

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WC: 340
Mentions: @Xio Arcana
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS

The Guided Walk. Emphasize on Guided. But being friends with Xio means fun and adventure, off to the middle of nowhere.

It was a beautiful day, and Bella was walking with Xio, both dancing with excitement. This was Bella's first time at Uagadou's trails and forest!

"There truly is a lot of nature here," Bella agreed. "And it's so beautiful, isn't it? I kind of wish Hogwarts would have something like this, though I guess there is the Forbidden Forest (but it's forbidden for a reason). And I can't wait to learn more about the tribal culture here!"

At Xio's squeal, Bella turned around, grinning.

"Yes, Xio, we all saw it! That was amazing!" Bella exclaimed, her eyes shining.

As they continued on, Bella found herself observing more nature and the small details around here. She was listening so closely to the leader that she didn't realize her friend had already gone off exploring.

"Isn't this so amazing, Xio? Xio? XIO!" Bella called, alarmed. She saw her friend crawl into the undergrowth and disappear, then reappear a few moments later.

"Come on, Bella!" Xio excitedly said. "Let's go see if we can find something that bites!"

Bella looked worriedly over her shoulder, where the rest of the group were already walking away. Putting one hand on her forehead, she groaned.

"Ughh. Everything is telling me not to do this, but let's go! If I get eaten by a giant plant or animal though, I'm blaming you, because the leader did specifically say to not touch any plants or wildlife," Bella told Xio, though with a grin to show that she didn't really mean it and she was also excited for an adventure too. "Also, if we get lost, that's not going to be good. But fine, fine, I'll come with you! You lead!"

Bella sneaked one last glance at the group before ducking in to follow Xio to on an adventure.

OOC NOTES: LOL Xio you always drag me into the weirdest places with the best possible outcomes

mentioning: @clark stellan @marigold wesley @andrea woodsburn @denisse de vera @azzure solace @julia evans @amalie leclerc

Carefully placed and chosen in the central landscape of Africa, Uagadou wishes its Avian species free to fly. Wilderness prepared to place itself into your view wherever you look. Chatt had never made it this far. The being of not even made it out of Europe, had given him culture shock every so often. The Wizarding World is described purely in terms of magic and spells that are casted all throughout. But beauty outside of Hogwarts had claimed the idea that a separate world—divided by the past—shared the same planet that was expected to be in its very best, if not, given the worst.

Hiking shared brief memories within the wilds. Inside him—bittersweet memories he’d refer to as a taste that stung the tongue once swallowed. A dirtbag, likely him being, bugs and curiosity held him tight. Coming along with his tentmates, a rather odd bunch. Expectedly, he stood beside Clark. Keeping close, they were always found closer than the other. Like a pair of socks. Although later, one would be missing.

His muggle-class look, though, not a single worry washed over his thoughts about other wizards' opinions. His grey-beige cropped plaid polo, tucked under a white shirt. Style regarding tops weren’t fit into his thoughts. Outfit-wise, he’d go for the pants. Pants that were washed out, designed sharply on one side—from the waistline to the bottom edge—with a cyberpunk feel that was shaded a slight color similar to the main. Clean ocean-blue Muggle sneakers, ironic given the sea, its known shades of blue, lived on the opposite sides as the color of Nature.

Nyakato led them deeper into the heart. His group was enclosed, bushed by the sides. Everywhere—for Chatt—felt like heavy hands, taking him everywhere. His curious eyes could follow the birds' flight, the dew that could, the cornered grass that tickled their feet, and it only led him closer and closer. The further they went in, the more he’d slowly stop by whilst the group walked.

Letting out a slight bark of laughter. “Ha! Guys, look at this—Clark, look.” He’d point out a beetle, colors unrecognized, and interesting enough to get his attention. As close as he was to grab it, he quickly stopped himself. Although the eldest was almost blinded, he could feel the burn behind his back. But that didn’t stop his scatteredness. Moving over to the opposite side, running in front, he clearly wasn’t touching anything. No harm, nothing done. “Look, this one's about to fall into the apples.” Chuckling at its insect vibes. It’s giving insect vibes.

Chattering to Clark, he’d realize his group up front placed into an halt. He'd edge his friend to catch up with them. Finally slowing down to their side.

“Animals...” Placing his hands into his pockets, fondling with its own. Chatt looked around, maybe bigger—more terrifying. A Graphorn? That’d be cool.

“Imagine we see a Graphorn, that’d be cool.” Whispering his thoughts to the group, he chuckled at the thought. Covering his mouth with a half-fisted hand, Index higher than the others. An obvious habit when he knew himself: whatever he spat out of his mouth was stupid. But a whisper only to himself followed. “But like... imagine...”

wc: 516
location: Uagadou
(2a4a7e) is French

mentioning: @Amalie Leclerc, @Clark Stellan, @Chatt Auclair, @Azzure Solace, @Marigold Wesley, @Andrea Woodsburn, @Julia Evans

The chill of the morning air at the Uagadou camp greeted Denisse as she woke for the first morning walk of the camp, a tranquil respite from the harsh competition to come later that day. After a quick, more substantial than most breakfasts, Denisse had followed the rest of her group to the field outside the New Moon Gate to be immersed in the vast surrounds of the African mountain range.

As the elder moved closer, Denisse's gaze instantly fixed on her. A natural nobility, if she may say. Nyakato was as tall and solid as the mountain itself, her sunny yellow robes decorated with the image of the moon and a mountain range.

Denisse took mental note of the strict warning: do not touch any plants or wildlife. In an unfamiliar territory brimming with ancient magic, she had zero desire to find out what kind of counter-curse or natural venom a misplaced hand might bring right before a major race.

As they rounded the bend leading back down the trail flanked by African Olive trees, Denisse hovered toward the center of the pack, sweeping her eyes over the landscape. She watched in awe as Nyakato created the bird call so quickly and easily that it was as if she'd done it a hundred times, bringing out a dazzling Rwenzori Turaco-a flash of emerald, blue and crimson-from the canopy. The woods were lush and dark, covered in wild orchids, gigantic groundsel plants, and mosses so green they looked like draperies hanging from the branches.

Then her attention was distracted by the brief eruption of laughter behind her. As Denisse turned, she saw Chatt scurry back and forth along the edge of the path, eager to show off the various brightly-colored beetles he had found to Clark, cooing softly and excitedly at the upstartling bug while Denisse rolled her eyes with a muted, amused scoff-and, of course, she had to eye him sternly from the corner of her eye when he got too close to some branch, as if to remind him of Nyakato's warning.

The moment Nyakato stopped dead in her tracks and shouted to the people, Denisse froze.

“Dear students, look around... What do you notice? Do you see any signs of animals?”

Denisse swept the ground and low shrubbery with her eyes as she took hesitant steps, trying not to kick up any clues to their whereabouts. Chatt softly spewed his optimistic predictions of a Graphorn in their midst to her back while Denisse kept her eyes a few inches lower to the ground, scanning for flattened moss, broken twigs along the bottom branches or a new print tracked in the moist dirt under the tree-ferns. She kept her mind on the high-stakes climbing race she was signed up for immediately after this, so she could perfect her tracking skills before climbing the cliff.

wc: 476
location: Uagadou

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Lucy was having a problem. She wanted to touch things. Not to mess with anything but just a little poke here and there. What’s under that leaf? How does that bark feel? Does that flower feel different than the ones back home? But Nyakato had very specifically said not to touch anything. So Lucy kept her hands to herself. Mostly anyway.

Her sight, on the other hand, bounced between everything. Trees, flowers, moss, people, more trees. There was way too much to look at properly while walking at the same time. Lucy also inspected Nyakato for a moment. The colourful robe, beads around their neck, gold around the wrists and the staff. Lucy also wanted to have an adventure staff. Eventually Lucy spotted Nyakato’s white hair underneath the head wrap. White hair... Lucy glanced down at a strand of her own hair before looking back at Nyakato. Interesting.

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A high pitched bird call interrupted Nyakato’s commentary and also got Lucy’s head turned up toward the sky. Where did that come from? Then a similar sound came from Nyakato’s direction. They had mimicked the bird. That got Lucy’s attention. A blue and green bird suddenly appeared from the trees above them and just flew away. Lucy turned to follow it for as long as she could. Wow, colourful. Much more so than most birds of that size back home.

Rwenzori Turaco.

That was what Nyakato had called it. Lucy grabbed her book almost immediately to take note of that, pencil already hovering over an open space before she stopped.

…

How was she supposed to know how the name of that bird was written? She rushed closer to Nyakato and held up the page and offered her pencil too in the hopes of Nyakato realising what she was after. To make sure of that Lucy proceeded to point to the sky, tracking the path the bird took with her finger.

One thing Lucy wanted to try. She tucked her book underneath her arm, cupped her hands around her mouth the way Nyakato had, doing her best to copy how they had done it, and attempted the bird call. The moment she was done, her eyes shot toward the canopy of the surrounding trees.

Anything?

She waited for a moment before continuing after the group. She glanced back at times just in case she had actually managed to convince a bird to appear.

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There were even more plants ahead. Orchids, ferns, flowers and trees covered in moss. Still Lucy had to stop herself from touching anything. This was becoming increasingly difficult. She was used to poking at things and catching little critters she recognised without worrying much about them. As ironic as it sounded, the most dangerous thing back home was tiny, about the size of a match head. Ticks. Sure, there were poisonous plants too. Lily of the valley, for example. But she knew those. She knew what she could pick and what she shouldn't put in her mouth. Here, though? She had no idea what half of these things could do.

When Nyakato stopped and asked them to look for signs of animals, Lucy’s attention shifted immediately. Signs of animals? She first glanced toward the trees. Maybe there were birds? Then at the leaves of plants on her level. Maybe there were bugs or snails? Then finally down on the ground.

…

Lucy crouched. Now this was interesting.

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