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She stares for a long time at first, simply looking at the forest pond, trying to see through it. There’s something about it, something about this place. Of course, if there hadn’t been anything peculiar feeling about these woods, she likely wouldn’t have wandered so far into them in the first place. It generally wasn’t a good idea to stray too far off a nature trail after all. But the feeling that had pulled her here had been so distinctive, nothing like the “calls” or “feelings” she used to imagine getting as a youngster, fantasizing about discovering hidden powers and adventure. This beckonin