<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcS9_OPu2UlXIEHWAEMAihAw7O4FwIHsbaYiD7B2cxE28OhQxSp7ww.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Hollywillow Character Post</strong></div><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>West of Dulon Landing<br/><strong>Location ending post:</strong>West of Dulon Landing<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>None<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/><strong>"That's an awfully big home,"</strong>Holly replied with a skeptical look.<br/><br/>Nobody took up the entire continent for their own dwelling space.  More than likely the Jun meant that he went where he pleased, or treated everything with the same respect he'd treat his home.  She liked the later thought and decided, without further thought, that was what the man meant.<br/><br/>Another curious look was given to the stranger as he bowed to her.  With a giggle, Holly bowed in return, dipping deeply and gracefully, the moss she wore for clothing draped her chest at gravity's whim.  Holly's own robin-blue eyes mirrored Briar's mirth.  This was a most excellent game to be played and she wondered if this was part of a dance or just this man's way of greeting new people.  Either way it was much more enjoyable than a simple handshake.<br/><br/>"Singh?"  She asked curiously.  "Is that your name or the name of another?"  The way he had said it, she thought perhaps it was a name of his God.  She only worshiped nature and was otherwise indifferent to the deities of the main races.  "The forest provides for all, must it truly give thanks for kindness in return?"<br/><br/>Her gaze moved toward the west and the ominous storm clouds.  She had done her best to forget about the angry grey clouds.  She didn't want to think of the uprooted trees or possible fire the storm could bring with it, and the feeling she received from simply looking at the unnatural clouds made her feel as nervous as a doe.  She quickly turned her attention to the man, his bow, and his pack.  She thought about offering to help, but he didn't ask for it and she had found that mortals, especially male mortals, tended to like to do things themselves.  Some could be downright stubborn about it.<br/><br/>"The world wouldn't conspire against you.  The storm is unnatural, and it is more likely caused by someone or something up to no good than the entire world setting itself against you.  My guess would be a wizard, they're never up to any good."  Holly stopped and looked at Briar, "you're not a wizard by any chance, are you?"<br/><br/>An autumn red eyebrow arched drastically as she gave him a thoughtful look.  The bear certainly fit a wizard, but she'd never seen a wizard use a bow.  Though, when she thought about it she hadn't seen this man use his bow either.  Wizards could be tricky.  They were known for their cunning and deceit.  He was wearing armor, however, and that was something wizard didn't do.  Unless he was trying to trick her.   Holly gave a questioning look to the nearest tree before placing her hand on her hip as if waiting for something.  A moment later her expression returned to that of mirth.  It had taken a moment but the trees had claimed they had seen him use the bow, and that was all the proof she needed.<br/><br/>"My name is Holly, but you can call me Lady-of-the-Woods if you want.  Though technically this is a forest.  I just don't think Lady-of-the-Forest has the same ring to it.  Isn't that how the saying goes?  "Right to it"?"  She inspected his pack and shrugged.  "Likely can find a new one in the smelly old village.  Why would you want your bow to break?  Do you not like using it?  The village likely has a bow too, but you would need money.  Shiny, sparkly coins, at least.  I don't understand why people use coins.  If the bush grows fruit and the deer needs it, the bush doesn't charge the deer to eat.  Mortals are so peculiar."  She rambled in her melodic voice.<br/><br/>She waited for him to collect his stuff and stand before continuing.<br/><br/>"Oh, that's easy.  The forest needed help.  So do the horses, and Castoff.  I never did learn what he was.  He was quite unique though.  Flowers bloomed where he walked.  I asked if he could teach me how to do that but he didn't want to tell me.  Maybe if I think really hard I'll figure it out.  You can't make flowers grow from your footsteps, can you?  If you can will you show me how?"<br/><br/>She paused and made a disagreeable face.  "Why would I want to hear stories of you slaughtering elves?  Even the twisted, evil, corrupt blood elves are living creatures.  They need to be eliminated, but the stories shouldn't be something regal or elegant.  No more than the wolf boasts when it culls the herd.  Do you have stories of people who grow flowers when they walk?  I'd like to hear stories about them if you know any?"