The giant tree spirit's laughter rolled like distant thunder through the canopy.
"Use your mirror portal," it said, the words weaving through the grove like wind through leaves. "Lean upon my bark, and I shall guide the mirror's power to open the way. It will take you directly to one of their villages."
Serelyth tilted her head, silver hair glinting in the sunlight.
"Gnomes don't welcome outsiders easily," she warned.
The tree spirit's tone grew more serious, resonant and slow.
"Indeed. And there is something else you must know, Lira. When you pass through the portal, your size will shrink to match theirs. Do not be alarmed. But beware—they do not trust easily. You must earn their respect if you wish to find the mushrooms."
Lira nodded, steadying herself. The prospect of another journey—another strange realm—filled her with both excitement and apprehension.
"Understood," she said softly. "I'll be careful."
Renkai stepped closer, concern flickering in his eyes.
