Blacktail Deer Plateau And it is sailing to the middle of the sea

On one of her rounds through the plateau Osprey found herself standing at the brink of the Troll's nest. She had not set off with the intention to come to this corner, yet found it amusing, how much it had changed since the last time she and Mordecai had been here. Back then, when there was only dead dry grass, sand and melting snow this place had truly looked (and smelled) awful, but the spring - the great artist - had had it's touch here too. Where the land had been barren, she spotted small flowers with yellow heads sprouting out. Around the fallen, moss covered tree, she spotted the first green buds in the branches of the bush. It didn't look like a place a troll was living in, yet... as Mordecai had pointed out - maybe choosing a place to live, where others would expect you to dwell in the least, was a smart move.

She walked over to the tree trunk and with a swift move jumped on it, so that now - standing there - she had a slightly better view of the surroundings. A long time ago - like all little girls - Osprey too had had a wish to be a princess and now... oddly it felt like this wish had come true. Being a forest elf could be just the right thing for her.