<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>Lydia races down the corridor until her lungs burn and she collapses on hands and knees, gasping for breath. It is several excruciating minutes before she can recover herself, but as she does, she laces her boots and gathers herself once more, looking around and listening for any dangers she might have missed in her flight from the cave.<br/><br/>The fruit is no temptation for her. If she makes it to the Marchioness', she'll have all the food she needs. If she doesn't, she has water, and she can make it a night without food.<br/><br/>Instead, she takes a swill of water and starts on her way, moving as quickly as she dares. She can't help but grin as she reaches the large entrance to the Marchioness' demesnes; if the Counselor's slated number of contestants had already entered through the door, it would no longer be there, all she would see now is a blank slate of wall.<br/><br/>Her frown quickly faces as she reaches for the handle only to hear it speak. She jerks back her hand as the voice intones:<strong><em> "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?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Sentient doors. She's seen them many times in Dungeon feeds, but can't help but be surprised at actually meeting one.<br/><br/>Recovering herself, she sets a hand on her hip and gives the Door a wry look. "Is that the best you can do, Door? You are a<em>tree</em>, now let me pass."