And so, after trudging through Town Conspiracy, Vampire Threats, and Alice's Special Nuking Course, the Dragon and the Witch once again set out for another journey.
A little further from the town, frosted and scaled feet tap in-sync as they moved hand-in-hand across the frosted grass pavements, which the Witch remarked as wondrous at how wide her daughter's 'aoe' extended.
Gliding themselves across glittering greens, the Dragon chuckled along the way as her draconic eyes darted left and right, as if contemplating, timing, musing.
The Witch scowled at her husband's strange quietness; her lack of teasing sparked an unease she didn't know she had.
Before the Witch poked her scaled cheek about it, the glittering grasses coagulated into shimmering bushes and floating leaves, and Demond blinked as the sun was covered by thick icy lushes and barks.
They have arrived in the forest, or specifically, a frozen forest, by the wonders of Alice.
