<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcS9_OPu2UlXIEHWAEMAihAw7O4FwIHsbaYiD7B2cxE28OhQxSp7ww.jpg)</div>Time of day beginning post: Dawn<br/>Time of day ending post: Noon<br/>Location beginning post: The forests north of Dulon Landing<br/>Location ending post:<br/>Characters currently interacting with: None<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no) No<br/><hr/>As the sun crested the horizon and its first rays brought warmth and nutrients to the tall forest sentinels, the deep timbre of the trees began to sing their morning greeting.  Like a gentle whisper, pleas of impatient longing wafted from the underbrush and shortly after turned into a harmonious hymn of gratitude when the sun arched higher and the trees spread their branches which allowed the smaller plants and brush to join in the sun’s bounty.  Holly smiled as her eyes finally opened and chased sleep away.  This was the joyous song she woke to each morning.  A private song she alone could hear here in these human lands.<br/><br/>Her smile turned coy as the sun slowly crept along the bough where she had slept toward her outstretched legs.  Anticipation grew in her chest as the golden rays inched ever closer to her bare extended feet.  Robin egg blue eyes closed lightly as a content sigh escaped her lips when the sun’s warm breath brushed over the bark-like skin of her ankles, then inched higher to lick at her calves, before its affectionate caress soaked into her inner thighs.    The bough supported Hollywillow’s lithe body as it bowed into an arch and stretched languidly.  Slender fingers slid gently down her side and over her hips.<br/><br/>Only a chuckle which caused the ground to rumble shook Hollywillow from her state.  An indignant look was given to the ancient oak before Holly sunk into the large tree limb, became one with it, and then a moment later emerged from the tree’s massive trunk onto the forest’s floor below.  She stepped from the shadow of the large oak draped in moss which hung from her shoulders and hips in a semblance of modesty.  Holly didn’t fully understand why elves and humans covered themselves in such a way, but she had been told that it was prudent – whatever that meant.<br/><br/>The dryad turned and bowed to the great oak, thanked it for its safety and company, and then wandered into the forest.  It was long after the smell of rain was carried to her on the wind and the sky had grayed with ominous clouds, that she finally turned her mind to the day's doings.  She really had no plan.  She knew Durlon Landing was near, but she disliked villages.  She found the smells nauseating, not as overwhelming as those in a city, but still foul enough to avoid the places if possible.  Further the way the inhabitants stared at her made her wish that the trees and plants would return to where they had once been and replace the buildings that supplanted their natural places.  She would enter a village only when she must, but even the promise of a Stone Druid didn’t make her relish the thought and so she turned west and away from the village of Durlon Landing.  The day before, she had spent some time harassing the foul blood elves that had decided to settle here and defiled the natural order with their twisted minds.  There were far too many blood elves for her to do anything other than annoy them, and while that was quite entertaining, it was fairly futile.  After a moment of contemplation, Holly settled upon a single story she had heard from the plants of the forest.  She would find the great tree and see what stories it had.  Giant, magical trees always had the best stories.<br/>