The sweet smell of wild flowers teased Lith's senses; these scents, some familiar and others not. The beginning of a memory began to surface but was soon lost to a scene of black, the elf's closed eyelids letting in a faint light. He could feel grass and earth beneath him which was strange as he did not remember falling asleep, much less falling asleep on the ground where he was most vulnerable. Slowly, Lith opened his eyes against the glare of a rising sun; the elf squinted against the harsh rays, one hand lifting to shield his eyes.<br/><br/>He sat like that for some time, letting his eyes adjust before he took a look around him, taking in his new surroundings. The flowers he could smell seemed to grow in an endless stretch in all direction, at least from what Lith could see. When he felt he was ready, Lith stood and spotted what looked like a small town. Thoughts flashed through his mind;<span style="font-style: italic">Where is this place? How did I get here?</span>When Lith turned he spotted a little boy walking through the flowers, how had he not noticed him before? Rather then going straight to the boy, the elf crouched down and watched, trying to learn anything about this strange land.