[Narsus nods, and follows behind Waver silently, watching the forest around them. The trees are a little wrong when he examines them closely, or at least they don't seem to be any one particular species. He never did pay that much attention to what kind of trees made up the forest around his home; he never thought it would feel like a lapse or failing to not know.
The most noticeable transition as they emerge from the illusion is the dirt path suddenly turning to grassy meadow. The trees have finally settled on a species, and when Narsus turns to look behind them, he can just barely see the patch of rippling void they've just stepped out of.]
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The most noticeable transition as they emerge from the illusion is the dirt path suddenly turning to grassy meadow. The trees have finally settled on a species, and when Narsus turns to look behind them, he can just barely see the patch of rippling void they've just stepped out of.]
Well. That's certainly interesting.