Quest - Oulaman -

[Pie]

B E I N G a stranger and asking a king for a strand of his mane, was not something Revair did every day. However, she was classified as a royal and it showed by the way she held her head.
With percision and perfection, Revair pranced onto the summit. All four cracked and unshod hooves skimmed the sand with ease as she traced the incline with her steps. Her head was rised tentivly as she sought out the woods. Soon enough, the incline began to ascend and become dotted with sharp rocks where it thinned into a glade. It was scattered with trees that got thicker as you ventured deeper. still going uphill towards the point. Efortlessly, Revair weaved through the trees, her body slithered like a snake, her movement was lithe and flexible as she navigated through the dense forest.

Her mind was set on a task. It was only common sense that kept her from running into a tree. As she weaved her muscular body uphill through the trees, her eyes breifely scanned each head high branch in search for a strand of Oulman's hair. After several laps of the forest, Revair was covered in sweat and returning to the base of the mountain with no strand. She didn't even know what colour it was! On her returnal, just about to give up, there was a long strand of green hair caught in the clutches of a branch. It didn't seem to come from Revair, so she took it, hoping it was Oulaman's, then headed for the shoreline with relif in her eyes.
She was begining to think she was a failure.


Now > to the Winter Forest.