Jeannie hunches further over her marshmallows, never looking up at the fire or the trees. Perhaps leaving her mystically-adjusted glasses at home was a bad idea after all, but the feeling in the air is making her more antsy than the color only a few feet away from her.
She nods in agreement, and an image appears over her head of trees with narrow eyes in their tops, watching the group. The trees start eating the supplies and tents.
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