Unlike most of who come here, the young girl with long purple hair headed towards the mountain, not the Shrine. And unlike them, she didn't come looking for adventure or a rare unknown species, though she, too, was on a quest of sorts. She was preparing for Christmas. Yes, Christmas was almost upon the Evelonians, and the girl was out looking for the perfect Christmas tree. She was wearing a warm looking pea jacket along with a long scarf that was wrapped around her head multiple times. On her head sat a evidently hand knitted toque* adorned with little shiny jewels. She was singing a Christmas song, albeit quite badly, but she was in the spirit. "I don't want a lot for Christmas, I won't even wish for snow..." The girl skipped through the trees as she sang, purple hair trailing behind her, twirling around and dancing.
*toque - Canadian equivalent of a beanie.
*toque - Canadian equivalent of a beanie.