The people who saw them, quite understandably, gave them weird looks, but Tara couldn't care less, keeping focused on that little light and on keeping Meliai upright and safe. She wasn't going to let this world get the best of her.
The light danced forward, shimmering once more before dissipating. She bit her lip and looked around, trying to pinpoint the tree... she could remember it was a silver birch from their earlier conversations, but beyond that nothing. Hard to separate one tree from another, after all.