Third-person POV
Seraphina was done. So done.
Her legs were aching terribly, her throat was dry, and as for her patience? It was long gone. She had been walking for what felt like hours, trying to find Electra, but it was as though the forest was playing games with her by twisting the paths, reshaping the trees, and whispering strange things in her ears like it had a mind of its own, which she now knew it did, but knowing didn't make it any less mind-boggling.
No matter how fast she walked or how determined she was, something was always blocking her path. A root would rise just as she was about to run, those stupid branches would start to sway and tangle together, refusing her entry, and the most maddening part was the eerie calm that settled around her, like the forest itself was breathing, watching, and waiting for her to experience an epic failure.
