[i]Ah, fresh air,[/i] Vivian thought as she stepped out onto the grounds, her golden eyes flickering about. They lingered momentarily on the rising sun, and then she was momentarily grateful for the ugly cloak on her back. She pulled it around herself to guard against the cold. Then, sudden, she was sitting in a tree, her short legs stretching across a branch as she leaned back against the trunk. The red was bright and catchy, but hey, if you were colored blind, she'd easily be lost up among the green leaves of the tree. She sighed and closed her eyes against the light, relaxing in her place in the tree.