<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>Later (like 2 hours later if I recall how far away Holly was)<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Northeast of Dulon Landing (thought the map showed the ocean to the east of the city)<br/><strong>Location ending post:</strong>Dulon Landing<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>None<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>No<br/><br/>Holly turned to regard her current companion, and auburn brows knitted instantly in concern.  When the Jun pointed, Holly turned to look.  Yeah, the storm was getting worse and she really didn't like the feeling it stirred in the air, not to mention the trees were all cowering, even the mightiest of oaks.   It was just a storm though.  Even if it was magical, the forest would provide her with shelter.  Wind, rain, and lightning were as much her Mother's gift as the sun was.<br/><br/>When Holly turned to look at her brief acquaintance once more, a golden flute was in his hand.  He mentioned something about a Water Elemental, and a holocaust and then he played his little flute and disappeared.<br/><br/>An exacerbated huff, came from Holly as her hands moved to her hips in indignation.<strong>"How rude!"</strong><br/><br/>Well so much for killing Blood Elves and freeing the forest of their twisted grip.  She considered turning back and asking Castoff for advice, but she'd told him she would help, and she still intended to do just that... even if it meant walking into the stinky, dirty, village.  She'd just have to bathe afterwards, she guessed.<br/><br/>With a hesitant sigh, Holly once more headed in the direction of Dulon Landing.<br/><br/>Time passed as it always did, one step after another, but she eventually found herself outside the village, hidden amongst the trees and doing her best to summon the courage and fortitude to continue the final short distance into the village.  The two Elm trees, small and young, were providing her with words of encouragement and seemingly expert advise on attire in order for her to blend in.  Of course, her cloak of moss didn't really cover as much as a normal cloak would and she hadn't done much to alter her normal drapings.<br/><br/>She spun around once more before looking at the taller of the two trees,<strong>"Are you sure this looks close enough?  Maybe I should add another layer, they always look like they're hiding in their clothing.  I don't really want to be stared at though.  I mean, I know I will.  Dryads don't enter a village, but maybe this time they won't notice?"</strong><br/><br/>What the trees said didn't really comfort Holly.  They were trees, they didn't know what it meant to hide.  All they could do was blend in.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, so where's the Druid's home?  And where's the Water elemental?  Are you certain?  They all look the same to me."</strong><br/><br/><em>Four walls, a rough, and as unnatural as can be,</em>Holly thought.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, Holly took a step toward the village,<strong>"oh well.  Here goes nothing.  Just like, be ready to throw up a root or something in case I've got to run away,"</strong>she shot over her shoulder to the friendly Elms.