[Elektra]

Night Dancer's colors, usually dull, shown brightly against the trees and leaves.  He hadn't been planning on going anywhere, but before he knew it, he was in Roraldi Forest.  Shaking his head, he continued on, hoping that he might find someone, or something, in this place.  Night wasn't exactly pleased about the fact, but he actually wished that he had someone else here with him.  Well, anyone but that pesky little Gargoyle X-yan...

[Elektra]

This is getting out of hand... Night thought to himself.  He could've sworn that the tree he just passed was one he had already seen.  The urge to scream in order to let out his frustration was tempting, but at night in a forest, one rarely tried to lead something to himself.  Of course, if there was something here that knew how to get out, he'd gladly welcome it.  At least it wasn't pitch black, since his colors were lighting up the small area around him.

[Elektra]

Finally, Night just sat down and sighed.  Why did these types of things always have to happen to him?  Was he really that unlucky?  This wasn't the only thing that had happened.  In the past month, he had been caught in a fight between Nori and Ahava, attacked by a random Sparquill, and a Maus tried to plug itself into him, thinking he was some kind of flashing outlet.  Either this whole month wasn't his month, or he was just really unlucky.

[Elektra]

"Zu'hai what I wouldn't do for another Albie or two back at the caves." They had so much room, but Elektra constantly welcomed Lucain and Kuhna's, never Albies.  Then again, none had ever really showed up.  But still, it would be nice.  A nice dream, that is.  What were the chances of an Albie finding its way half way up Idalani falls onto an overhang cave entrance in the middle of a waterfall?  Yeah, pretty low.

[Elektra]

"Huh, wuh?" Night mumbled.  He had fallen asleep soon after he sat down, and that had put him off schedule.  He didn't know what time it was now, and he didn't remember what he had passed and what he hadn't.  Back to square one.  He was going to be one tired Albie when he got back.  If he ever got out of this accursed forest...

[Elektra]

"Roraldi Forest..." He mused.  A place of magical creatures and sights that would amaze you.  So many fairy tails were set here, and yet, when you actually get here, you see that everything you read is just lies.  Finely embellished lies.  Weren't there supposed to be magical Tali's that could speak human, riddle speaking polly's, and mystical springs with rare creatures nearby?  Where was all that now?

[Elektra]

Well, this was just great.  No matter what he did, Night seemed to keep seeing the same tree and the same bush every turn he took.  Getting out of here was hopeless it seemed.  Thinking back, he decided that even X-Yan would be a welcomed sight right now.  At least there would be someone to talk to with him around.

[Elektra]

Soon he came to a lighter spot in this troubling forest.  It seemed that the branches above him were thinning.  What a relief.  Smiling a bit, Night looked around.  There were two little trees that were really low to the ground.  Perfect for a small hammock of some sort...  If only he had a solid cloth, or some kind of soft material to stretch across that gap.  It would be perfect then...

[Elektra]

Looking around for anything useful, Night spotted some gigantic leaves.  They must have been what was blocking out all the light.  Of course, four of five all stacked on top of each other just might hold his own weight.  It was worth a try.  Leaping up, he managed to get some down.  Finally, after careful work, a small hammock was made.  Gingerly getting on it, he waited to see what would happen.  Guessing he was light enough, his eyelids began to close shut, and sleep once again came over him.

[Elektra]

The light seemed to be shining through more that morning, and Night woke with a yawn.  Stretching out his legs, he flexed and looked around.  He suddenly jumped, not knowing where he was for a few minutes.  Then he remembered.  Shaking his head, he walked around, making sure he knew how to get back to his tiny camp.  Perhaps there was a way out, but just in case there wasn't, or if there was, but it wasn't the way he was going, he needed to make sure that he could at least have a place to go back to here.  Perhaps though, perhaps this could be a good home.  It wasn't like there was anyone at the Caves he talked to in the first place, so it wouldn't be that different here.  Deciding just to let things play out, he headed to his right.

[Elektra]

Well, apparently there wasn't much in the direction he had taken, so Night headed back, disappointed in his failure to find anything of use.  Or, well, he had found plenty of useful things, but those were not what he had hoped for.  Among the findings were nicely sized sticks, and plenty of twigs, both of which could, and if his failure to find the exit really did keep going downhill, would be used to build a more durable, and bigger, shelter, and perhaps a small tripod which he could use for cooking.  The clearing around him wasn't huge, but it certainly wasn't small.  There was enough room for those he had thought of, and more.  A storage of some sort would be needed, and, if there was any trouble, a higher shelter would be useful.  But the more that he found need of, the more depressed he became.  Shaking his head, Night wondered how on Evelon he could manage such a task.