Fully entering the shaded grotto now, Ziah got a much better look on what was happening.<br/><br/>The place was surrounded by high rock walls; like a bowl had been cut into the small mountainside from years and years of wind and rain.  All along the rock walls, growth had ensnared every last crevasse, crack and fissure in the stone, allowing for vines to sprout out wherever possible.  The fragrant flowers were dominant in this zone; similar shades of the blue, along with other species of white and orange.  Looking up, Ziah would notice that the 'roof' of the grotto was in fact a wide open circle that allowed for ample sunlight every day, allowing this grotto to flourish even though it sat within the Tangle's choking grasp.<br/><br/>Another few of the strange points of light had floated by, finally landing and resting in what looked like a wall that was made entirely of plantlife - the vines were thick, and looked as though they were almost pulsating with something on the insides of them.  Ziah blinked to take it all in, and that's when she noticed her.<br/><br/>A lone woman stood before this living wall of plants, her back currently turned to Ziah.  She was staring at a trio of these flowers that seemed larger than the others - all three of the blooms were strangely closed: one of yellow, one red, and one purple.  The woman was dressed in peasant's clothing, tinged blue and white.  She might have been some farmer's daughter.  Torn branches and leaves clung to her skirt and tunic as though she had been running through the underbrush with little care.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>