After a second of staring, the girl realized that the 'figure' in the tree appeared to be looking in a certain direction. It was a sign of course, because she belonged here. The forest welcomed those of her kind. Taking the hint, she traveled through the trees in the direction that the tree indicated. Over roots and streams, through brambly patches that did her no harm, all the way to the forest's heart. There, she finally stopped. Lifting her gaze, she spoke.

"I, Neira Silverblood, have arrived. Let us begin the two-hundred and seventeenth Halloween committee of witches!"