Ozma was in the last place she knew she could be. Snow and Bigby never let her into this side of town, let alone The Trip Trap. Even though she made the town, it was up to the fables about what was made here. So now she sat, knees to chest in a booth at the run down bar. She looked completely out of place even with the glamour. Ozma looked like a highschool girl who should be spending the afternoon shopping and Gucci and Vera Wang stores or at the movies with a cute guy, not overly tipsy with a fruity cocktail in hand. The princess stirred the drink with her finger when someone walked inside.

The girl had deep red hair and looked lost and timid. Ozma giggled but her ears then perked to here that she was looking for the woodlands. Bolting up in her chair her hands slammed the table and her eyes had a someone mischievous sparkle in them. "The Woodlands you say~?"