[Yeah it is definitely...not the club anymore. the normal sounds of the forest once more begin to chime in around them, a slight breeze rustling through the leaves, brushing against them and leaving both with a chill.
the breeze picks up some of the leaves laying on the forest floor, swirling them up and up towards the glittering canopy above them, then in a huge rush of wind they shoot down and out, straight as an arrow along the path at their feet, disappearing around a bend in the trees.]
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the breeze picks up some of the leaves laying on the forest floor, swirling them up and up towards the glittering canopy above them, then in a huge rush of wind they shoot down and out, straight as an arrow along the path at their feet, disappearing around a bend in the trees.]