[b]Yue![/b]

If one has to be lost, one could choose worse places than the Sunwood.

Tall trees form a leaky rooftop; here and there in the gaps between mighty branches fall little rays and puddles of sunlight. The grass is thick and soft and mossy beneath your feet, cool and slippery, damp with dew and bright with tiny star-flowers. From branches hang heavy bundles of apples amidst the wysteria, and as much of the fruit is on the ground as it is on the branches. As you watch a large and glittering silver cockatoo with a bright red crest plucks a branch, takes a single bite of a apple, and then tosses the rest of it on the floor in an act of ludicrous wastefulness. He raises his crest in defiance when you look at him and screeches a song too hideous for a mother to love.

Upon the ground scuttle lizards. They nap in piles of a dozen or more in the puddles of sunlight leaking through the canopy, only scuttling away when footsteps come too close to them, or when they need to venture into the shade to take nibbling bites of the fallen apples. Every so often fragments of crafted marble can be found in the forest - fallen pillars, the moss-grown heads of statues, and where one of these touches sunlight the mightiest lizard kings can be found, towering a grand thirty centimeters above their tiny cousins, crowned with sulfur crests, basking in the radiant luxury of sun-warmed stone.

This is a long way from home, Yue. It's a long way from rescue. But you're not in danger here. You're amidst the woods with the music and motion of nature at harvest time all about you. You have blackberries and apples and even the odd pomegranate to pick from. But as for water...

You can hear the sound of running water in the distance, but that is never a thing to approach incautiously.