The Hidden Glen

Chuckling at the strange fate being rather adorable lapses inbetween talk like a child and talk like a spirit, she pondered as she listened with absolute rapt attention finding their philosophies though she explained it more in layman style was not that different. It was comforting that the purity of a children could win out even when the person no longer lived. In fact due to her station, she had witnessed many still births and such come through her halls. This was a secret, for Hel though lonely had a rather maternal side, although she never knew she could bear her own, she still let them sleep comfortable in her palace in Helheim. Of course she would never utter this to anyone, because there were already stories about her. if people ever found out... They may start to make up stories like she intentionally killed the child to take as her own, but she had not that power, she merely acted as figurehead to this realm, mantaining and making sure order was kept.

She finally spoke though, "Okay, lead the way, although let's not talk about Nosferatu, he and all his ideas turned out ultimately wrong. The prophecy of Ragnarok is believed by deities, but I suppose even they can be wrong, lead the way young one... and I shall follow, let us see what prophecies have turned out to be utter to borrow a phrase of mankind, bull." with that she carefully followed maintaining the even pace despite the fact most could not walk this fast.

Causing the air to whirl, Okina floats across the swamp water.
Though it felt disrespectful to call it that way, as the water was as pure as the moon; reflecting the trees perfectly and without ripples. She felt a sense of serenity and calmness in the atmosphere. She glided letting her feet cause ripples in the water. There was almost no sound apart from the water. Beams of the rising sun shined through the partings of the tree leaves, revealing fish and wildlife in the swamp.

The glen was well hidden, out of sight from the ruins. Although it didn't matter to her due to her abilities. She knew that this leads her to her destination, so it wasn't all pointless. She could have just used a backdoor to get straight to their positions, but it would have been boring for her. She savoured the scenery while gliding the surface.

Eventually, she came to a stop after a few minutes of wandering.
Looking around once more, she looks at her reflection on the water. Seeing the leaves in the background.
It was refreshing seeing some new places. It wasn't like she was tired of Gensokyo's sights. But it nice to see some variety.
The morning birds were starting to chirp cheerily, in response to the rising sun. The cricket chirps had faded also away with the darkness. The trees seemed to part to welcome the new day.

She eventually decided to leave and go somewhere else. Only just to explore more.
Perhaps she could talk to the locals or something. She could out her task for later.
So with a snap, a door opened, creak, a whoosh, and a shut.

Michael Redway slowly entered the Hidden Glen, entering from the Dark Woods. His silver hair shone in the dark as the moon shone through the trees. He wore a black cloak with the hood down and his hand rested against the hilt of his sword as he looked around cautiously, seeing if anyone was around.