As she's drawing on her second boot, a sweet intoxicating scent hits her nose.  She takes a second breath and suddenly is reminded of home, of Faullen's Creek.  The soft scent of lavender blooming in the wild, of honeysuckle trees on the hillside over town.  It is a warm soft scent, at the same time clean and pure, relaxing, and yet at the same time it feels somewhat exciting.  A soft tingle runs through her body and the sudden realization of what is going on slams into her mind like a bucket of ice water.  The vines!  Rapevines, this cave must be laced with them, and their intoxicating scent is filling her nose.  Her eyes spring wide and she takes a deep lungful of air before clapping her hand over her nose and mouth.  Rapevines are an easy trial to avoid for the contestant who knows how to do so.  She doesn't finish lacing her boot, making sure that it's on securely, and quickly stands and hustles to the exit that leads in the right direction.<br/><br/>Fifty feet, fourty, thirty, twenty, her lungs start to burn with the breath she's holding, but she's determined not to take another breath while in the cavern.  Ten feet, her lungs feel tight with the stress of holding her breath.  Five feet, then she's out of the cave and stumbling down a corridor.  More distance, she should put more space between herself and the cave.  She continues on for as long as she can before her willpower is weaker than her survival instinct and her breath explodes outwards.  She draws in a deep lungful of the cool air of the corridor.  That scent is still lingering, but very weak, no longer a threat as long as she continues moving forwards.  She stumbles on, watching her step, resolved to finish lacing up her boot soon.  Though the thought does occur to her that the cave, even with the rape vines, would likely be full of fresh fruit, a source of potable food and fluids.  If she can resist the rape vine's smell.... Maybe that's the call of the rape vine scent though?<br/><br/>But before she has much time to consider it, she turns a curve in the corridor and finds that while it continues on, there's a large door in the wall.  Emblazoned above it the name "Marchioness."  This is it, the entrance to the counselor's chambers.  Of course, there would have to be one last hurdle.  As she reaches for the door knob, the wood of the door splits and reforms into an animated mouth, a living door.<strong>"Halt contestant,"</strong>the mouth speaks,<strong>"To continue on this way, my question's answer you shall say.  In spring I look gay, wearing my green array.  The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, though a strong breeze can cause it to tear.  As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.  Bearing my nude form to the snow,  quite happy to do so.  What am I?"</strong>