Her face was ethereal as she sits crossed legged underneath the largest willow tree in the forest, its branches hanging low and almost obscuring her from view. Her gown was a frothy green, matching exactly the shade of the hanging leaves and vines, her eyes and face was as ageless as the forest itself.<br/><br/><em>Arik</em>his name is called, though her lips do not move,<em>Arik you must hurry</em>again, a sense of urgency is sent out on the winds, and she can only hope that he recieves the message.