Playful and nimble as a squirrel who might inhabit a human garden Argent went clamoring through flower beds and up the sides of smaller trees, eagerly chasing after her own game to catch the little puffy white pollen spores. Crushed and eaten they could have... interesting effects on one's mind and libido but she had no interest in that aspect of them. She was just interested in the game of chase and a reason to stretch her legs racing across the garden after a long dull period of waiting on her working King.<br/><br/>It was chance, really, that the game of chase with her spores led her toward the tree where that bright smudge resided. She hesitated as she grew closer, a sort of humming within her, that place where the pure but captive soul that manifested her form resided. There was something here that she had forgotten. Something lost in the years and ages spent in these halls. The seed of grace that might have spawned her into something like the being above her had fate, or hell, not intervened recognized itself in the oak tree of a being above her.<br/><br/>She let the pollen spores go, releasing them to float away, and asked (though not daring to look up to the bright sun above her). "What are you? You feel... like. Like something I cannot remember."