<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcS9_OPu2UlXIEHWAEMAihAw7O4FwIHsbaYiD7B2cxE28OhQxSp7ww.jpg]http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcS9_OPu2UlXIEHWAEMAihAw7O4FwIHsbaYiD7B2cxE28OhQxSp7ww.jpg[/url])</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Hollywillow Character Post</span></em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Later<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>West of Durlon Landing<br/><strong>Location ending post:</strong>Closer to Durlon Landing<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>None<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?:</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>It seemed like the beginning of a bad joke told by a dwarf to an elf.  “There was a dryad lost in the forest…”  Only problem was that the forest had started to recede to vast open plains.<br/><br/>It was an unnatural feeling, when Hollywillow came to the edge of the forest and, for the first time in her life, saw nothing but open sky.  She had immediately retreated to the tree line and scolded the nearby vegetation for their deceit.  Even the magnificent sight of a herd of wild horses running freely in the distance didn’t draw her out.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, when her vexation had died out, she had to admit that it was a rather good joke.  Still she had to ask the nearby trees why they didn’t spread out over the grass and claim that land for themselves.  The answer she received didn’t make a whole lot of sense to her.  After all, trees were larger than grass, and wiser.  The grass never seemed to remain quiet or still.  The constant noise was rather irritating.<br/><br/>With a whimsical giggle, Holly headed back into the forest and left the silly trees, beautiful horses, and rambunctious grass behind her.  After some time of traveling she found a trustworthy Elm which told her that the mysterious, magical tree she had been looking for was north, in the elven lands of Grace.  Holly knew that was completely in the wrong direction, and decided that she’d simply have to visit with the rumored tree when she returned to Grace.  One of the best things about wonderful stories told by magical trees was that they only grew better with anticipation.<br/><br/>It was through patches in the forest canopy that Holly saw how the weather was changing.  The dark and angry storm was growing in the east, the direction she was headed, and more clouds seemed to join it.  She had never paid much attention to the weather.  It rained when the sky decided it should, the sun came out when it wanted to, and the clouds provided shade when the sun was sleepy but didn’t want to let the moon come out and play.  That was her very own personal theory, at least.<br/><br/>Now, however, something seemed to echo on the wind and not quite-heard whispers were spoken between the trees.  Holly’s very insides stirred and tingled with the sense of something unknown.  It was almost like she was standing on the edge of the great plain again.<br/><br/>An overwhelming desire to be amongst other beings began to slowly envelope her thoughts.  She still hated the smell of Durlon Landing, but the longing to share company with more than trees seemed to permeate into her core.  The thought seemed peculiar, but perhaps since she knew it was unlikely she’d find other Dryads in the human lands, she had unconsciously decided that human beings were an acceptable substitute.<br/><br/>With those thoughts and feelings foremost in her mind, she began to make her way toward the smelly, uncomfortable village named Durlon Landing.