"My first question is..." Angel watched Rabbit Chacha, who looked completely focused, as though listening intently.
But halfway through, Angel changed course. "Actually, I haven't thought of one yet."
Rabbit Chacha nearly toppled over. If Chacha hadn't been sitting down, Chacha probably would have fallen to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Rabbit Chacha said, "You're not messing with me, are you? If you keep this up, I'm going back."
"I'm not," Angel said. "Let me think... Could you tell me about this forest? Just say whatever comes to mind. Can that count as my first question?"
Rabbit Chacha crossed both arms, cheeks puffed with indignation. "I said you could ask three questions. They have to be specific. This is cheating."
Angel knew he was stretching the rules, but he had no choice. This was an Omen. If he couldn't find a way out, he would probably be lost here forever.
"I'll make my remaining questions specific," Angel said, putting on his most pleading expression. "Could you answer this one?"
Rabbit Chacha had been about to refuse outright, but the sense of closeness Chacha felt toward Angel gave Chacha pause. After a moment's hesitation, Chacha said, "Just this once. I won't allow it again."
"I promise there won't be a next time," Angel said.
Angel figured that since he had landed in this forest, the solution to the Omen had to be here. If he could pick out anything strange from Rabbit Chacha's account and ask about it directly, he should be able to escape this Alchemical Omen.
It was a good plan, but reality did not quite match what he had imagined...
After taking a moment to find the right words, Rabbit Chacha slowly began the forest's story. "Since you found your way here, you should know this forest