A rather non-descript, tropical environment. Hmm. Still, there would be the necessary energies in abundance flitting about the place, she could gather them with her wand. They tended to congregate in areas with high concentrations of life, and there was certainly a large volume of life in this area. Healthy trees stood tall and proud, a veritable sea of living pillars to wade through. Normally Rosalina felt strong and protective, but in the presence of these tall objects she felt meek.
Compounding issues was the scent on the air. It was strong, very strong. In fact, it seemed to embody strength with its musky, earthy aroma. Like raw sweat after a hard day's work out on a farm. It swirled around her, made her knees shake a bit and her heart race with an forgotten thrill. One she'd thought to have put behind herself long ago...
Well, no big deal, she should go about harvesting that energy now.
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