<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/60747931277c74ee6bc7db9bd2176d33_%281%29.png)</div><strong>Holly Evermead</strong><br/><br/><strong>Day 7:  </strong><br/>Holly worked with Nialda on dinner.  She'd had beans soaking in purified water since this morning.  These she poured into the pot with the shredded salt port.  Along with some more water, she chopped up and added the last of the dried onions and peppers.  Then she set up a second water pot in which to boil rice.<br/><br/>When the meal was ready, she called for everybody to bring their bowls, adding fine-chopped cheese to the helpings.  “Well, this is the last of the ingredients,” she explained.  “We're on rations and living off of the land from here on out.  I hope you all enjoy.”<br/><br/>After eating, she set up a modest tent, then slipped inside of it with Nialda.  She cuddled with her tender friend through the night.<br/><br/><strong>Day 8</strong><br/><br/>Holy rose with the dawn the next morning.  She spent some time studying from a great tome that she'd barely been able to fit into Honeywine's Covenant's satchel—though she frequently pulled all kinds of things out of it.<br/><br/>Before they left, she moved off to the side and spent a minute or so chanting softly, making elegant gestures and swaying in place in a sensual fashion.  Green and gold light danced in the air all around her.  Her eyes took on a subtle glow.  Her beautiful black stallion with the white socks and white star emerged soundlessly from a nearby clump of trees.<br/><br/>She drew her bow from the tube in Honeywine's covenant, and replaced it with her simple walking staff.  Once the composite longbow was strung, she shoulders it and mounted the steed.  Up 'til now, she'd ridden side saddle, but in preparation for the dense forest, she slipped her boots into the stirrups.  Even as short as she kept her skirts, this barred a great deal of creamy thigh she didn't usually show.<br/><br/>“Let's go,” she called cheerfully.<br/><br/>Sometimes the horse had trouble with the underbrush, but it never complained, and the advantage of an old growth forest was that the high boughs kept the tangle bellow to a minimum.  As usual, the elf seemed just cheerful enough to make many question her sanity.  Though she grew solemn or sad at reasonable moments, she always defaulted to an easy smile.  The sight of the ancient bridge was enough to make her gasp, then grin in delight.  At one point she commented to Nialda.  “Honewyine lives somewhere in all this.  Do you think she's still alive?  Do you think we'll get to meet her?”<br/><br/>Shadavere chirped softly, as if cautiously pleased by the thought.  Occasionally the little dragon would take to the trees.  He would scout about, scales shifting color and pattern so he was particularly hard to spot.  The little drake would range about for a time before returning and whispering into Holly’s or Nialda's ear of anything interesting or dangerous he noted.  If Nialda chose to scout, he would accompany her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP      77 +19<br/>AC      23 (23)<br/>CMD      25<br/>Perception:   +2 (+4 with Shadavere near.)  <br/>Initiative:    +12<br/><br/>Active Spells:  <br/>Arcane Sight, Extended <br/>Endure Elements<br/>False Life, Extended<br/>Phantom Steed, Extended<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls:  <br/>Perception   25<br/>Stealth      31</div></div>