Amonalda felt the flow of magic quicken; a twirling vortex of ethereal energy circled The Gate. He had only felt this once, in the time of his youth, when a keeper of The Gate's key drew close. His bright green eyes widened in excitement. "Perhaps another Warden has come to grace this forest," he thought. He made his way to a nearby tree, its boughs as thick as his chest, and stepped into it. His form broke the rough barked exterior the way a mermaid broke the surface of  the water as she completed her dive.<br/><br/>He became the forest, as a wayward soul returns to its corporeal body, extending his sense along the roots and limbs of the trees. Upon a path he felt the tread of hooves. The disappointment was overshadowed by the wave of curiosity. "Who else would possess a key?"<br/><br/>An arm emerged from the trunk of another wooden behemoth, soon followed by the from of Amonalda, as the soul once more left its host. His prior naked figure now was clothed in the soft bark-like outfits the Wardens wore when dealing with other races. The skin tight leggings ended at his ankles, leaving his feet bare. Its long sleeved upper extended slightly beyond his shoulders, giving him a triangular profile, while a lack of collar left the wild mane of hair free.<br/><br/>Spying the visitor someway down the path, Amonalda waited on a rock, one leg drawn under his chin and the other swaying gently over the edge. When the creature, who he had realised was a satyr, came closer Amonalda hailed him, "Greetings Stranger. It is not oft I see another on these paths."