WHO: Dextera, Berkut, Lan Wangji
WHERE: The forest!
WHEN: Some point in September…
WHAT: A god, a prince, and a cultivator walk into a bar forest (to look for a rainbow hen)!
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, probably drama.

[ it’s easy to become hopeless, when the forest begins its all-out assault. of everything that’s happened in this town, and dextera has been here from the beginning to witness it, this more than anything else feels like they’re approaching an end. the trees that have loomed over them, creeping closer, have finally made their move, and the only thing left to do is to try to find the curse, once-blessing, where it all seemed to come from

the hen.

dextera arms himself, alone, with his sword, his crystals, plus the pocketwatch and feather that the town had put into his hands, even though he’s well-aware by this point that the forest prefers groups. bonds. so many people have left, though, it’s hard to gather them up—but it seems that the magic in the woods hasn’t entirely gone toward the malicious advance. maybe it’s a few minutes, a few hours, but the way the branches and forest floor twist themselves bring him in contact with two others, apparently shepherded this way as well. one is well-familiar to him by now, and the other is someone he’s only seen here and there. ]

…

[ he doesn’t let his guard down just yet, though. the trees have a way with illusions. he grips his sword. ]

I just want to find the hen.