Jillian marveled at the greenhouse full of massive, exotic plant-life. The smell of flowers and foliage was almost overpowering, and she began to sniffle and sneeze. The thick pollen-heavy air made her a little dizzy, and she covered her mouth and nose with a clean white cloth from her pack.<br/><br/>Leaning her head back, her golden hair wafting in the breeze, Jillian stared up at the sun-dappled heights of the huge tree in front of her. It seemed as good a destination as any: at the very least she would get an excellent look at her surroundings from its peak.<br/><br/>Adjusting the pins on her small crown and tightening the straps on her boots and dress, Jillian prepared for her climb. She began to move up the trunk of the tree, finding the hand-holds a little widely spaced for her small frame, but easy enough to manage for now.<br/>