<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcS9_OPu2UlXIEHWAEMAihAw7O4FwIHsbaYiD7B2cxE28OhQxSp7ww.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character post for Hollywillow</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>Possibly<br/><hr/>Holly inquisitively cocked her head to the side as she watched the odd looking man.  His skin was the color of pale, peeled birch bark mixed with the craggy signs of age Holly would normally associate with a human.  On top of that, his garments didn’t appear to be made by humanoid hands at all.  They seemed to be woven together with roots.  A detail that greatly intrigued Holly.  She assumed that his clothing had simply looked like cloth from a distance.<br/><br/>A cluck of his tongue startled Holly and it seemed like the man was looking directly at her despite her hiding place amongst the bows of a tree.  Her rusty red colored eyebrows knitted together as she tried to figure out how the man had noticed her.  There was definitely something peculiar about him.  Still she was awfully curious and he didn't look like anyone she'd ever seen before.<br/><br/>“Come out, whoever you are. I won’t hurt you, unless you threaten my heard,” the man said before he beckoned Holly with yellowed, cracked fingernails ominously.  Beyond the nasty looking fingernails though the rest of his features were open and without hostility.<br/><br/>Holly swung from branch to branch before her bare feet landed on the soft, spongy grass below.  She didn't walk directly to the old man, he still was out under that giant open sky but she walked close enough to speak without having to shout.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi.  What are you?"</strong>She asked with a simple curiosity that most would have to strain to take offense with.<br/><br/>Her robin egg's blue eyes quickly inspected the man now that she was closer to him, and held a joy and excitement of the wonder she was observing.