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Mirithal ended up 'sleeping' among the enchanted gardens, he lost his masculine form and instead looked like a regular tree with odd features.  He feasted on the green magics of the sanctuary that fed through the garden.  It was engorging, filling it with so much essence of life and wood.  It was going to be a day of showering apples and lingering scents of flowers.  The Veirdish had not fed on such powers for an age.  It awoke with an invigoration.  It would not need such food for some days, depending upon whether it used its spells.

The trunk unraveled from itself, most of its form still stationary within its room.  This time it tried to take a new form.  It would need to test several.  It needed to know which one would allow it to fit in among the softbarks.  It decided to go for something more feminine, building layers on its hips and chest and fill out its chest.  It shed the horns for layering scales of leaves and chips for hair.  It stepped from the garden plot, a green yellow woman seemingly wearing a simple and conservative dress of fronds.

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It looked at the gardens one last time before leaving them.  Another day, it had little to do save find Tania, but it would still like to meet others.  It remembered that the mess hall might be a place to meet with other residents of the Sanctuary, but she got only a few yards within the Sanctuary proper and stopped at a door before she looked at it with a long drawn out pause.  

Was this the door she went through to get to the garden?  Should she go to another door?  She couldnt find the mess hall yesterday.  So there this woman of bark and leaves stood.  A walkway on the exterior that led to the gardens and the other points around the keep, trying to figure out how to navigate this strange carved mountain.