Chiandra H'artnessa ran through the woods.  She struggled to remember why she had come out here.  Oh yes, she was furious at her father for demanding she wed that pompous fool Garrick.  He and his supreme cold attitude, the way  he looked at her like she was a piece of meat that he was being served.  She wasn't going to deal with that.<br/><br/>Her eyes were darting place to place as she moved from tree to tree.<br/><br/>She heard something and it made her jumpy, well jumpier than usual.  She paused and settled down sitting on a rock by a small pool.  It seemed peaceful here.  She had her magic, she decided this glade could use some flowers so she sang and the plants grew.<br/><br/>