She stood atop of the large white bridge looking down at the babbling brook underneath her feet. It was beautiful, and Violet was inclined to enjoy it. Glaciem had been far too cold for her tastes, and Ignius felt too much like home to be an adventure for her. No, Mamlak was far behind her, she would be traveling back there soon, but not as long as she was having a fun time celebrating here on Horae Island. Looking down at the koi fish, she wished in this moment that she had some bread or grain to feed to them, and it was only in this moment that she realized exactly how hungry she was. Violet had only had her first meal of the day before setting off to Horae, and after purging the contents of her stomach on the journey over, she still felt queasy up to this moment when her stomach began to protest the neglect.
 
She had never eaten koi before, and it sounded rather disgusting truth be told, so instead she looked at the cooler section of Venti. Autumn was a season she had never experienced before; it was truly a sight to behold with all the warm colors painted in the trees. Harvest sounded particularly delicious and she trusted the season to provide quite a bit of produce. Departing from the large white bridge, Violet stepped into a large pile of dead leafs of varying colors. The cobblestone path led her directly to a large thicket of large trees that reminded her of voluptuous women. She had no idea that these were in fact dryads, so instead of leaving them be, Violet placed a hand on the trunk of one of the trees. This action did illicit a reaction that she could never have predicted; the tree laughed!
 
It was enough to cause Violet to jump backwards and pull her arms near her face in a defensive action. This laughter sparked a giggle fit from a tree nearby and soon she was surrounded by the sound. Keeping on the path, blue eyes studied the trees as she passed by them, but she was glad that none of them could move towards her. When she was clear of the strange trees, Violet placed her hand on her midriff again, this time feeling the protesting stomach as it growled. “Pumpkins!” She called out as she raced towards the patch of brightly colored gourds. Plucking one from the vine, she hurried away and found a peaceful open area of rocks surrounded by dried tree leafs. Sitting with her legs underneath her, Violet smashed part of the pumpkin open and began to eat the flesh and spit out some of the seeds.

It was an exotic flavor she rarely had the pleasure of consuming, only a few times in her life had Violet even seen a pumpkin, let alone at the tender flesh of a ripe one. They made particularly delicious soups when cooked properly, but unfortunately for her, Violet did not know how to start a fire in this moment. So instead she ate the vegetable raw. Picking up another chunk, she quickly bit into that as well just as a hydra with roses on its head came into view. She recognized this one from before due to the missing petal. A deep frown crossed her features as her meal was soon forgotten and Violet made a mad dash for the tree line once more with an angry hydra closely following in pursuit.

He was always wandering, here or there, sometimes crossing vast distances for almost no reason other than some sort of wanderlust. At some point he had seen a bunch of people talking about some strange place or festival, or perhaps it was a party? Or something died, he wasn't really sure to be honest but he got the idea that if that many people were going there he probably wanted to check it out too. A lot of them were taking ships, or air ships, or other such things but he didn't need anything fancy like that. He was a dragon! He'd just fly there, and that was it. There was some trepidation at the thought, though he figured if they could get there in an air ship he should have no problem with his wings… The only thing that bothered him was the fact that he swam somewhat like a rock… Deep water just sort of irked him, and most rivers or streams he could just walk through without swimming. 

Regardless it'd just be a short flight!

It was not a short flight. His wings were strong, and his endurance was impressive, but not good enough to make it to the island without stopping. His wings ached, and he was getting hungry, but it was too late to turn back. He was just lucky that other people were going there, as when his wings felt just about to give out he spotted a ship down below and very elegantly… Crashed head first into it. Wood splintered and some barrels were sent flying, but apparently all was forgiven when he didn't also set it on fire…. Why did everything think he breathed fire? He was mostly blue! Wasn't that like, ice more often than fire? Not that he breathed ice either.

The crew was rather happy to be rid of him once they got near to the shore of the new land, and with only a brief thanks he took off and began to wander in an autumnal land. It was colder than he liked, but he did like crashing through the fallen leaves and chasing the animals and fairies. Of which, he only inhaled a couple fairies before both sides figured out it was best to keep a little more distance between them when possible… He had several disgruntled, and snot or phlegm covered pixies throwing spells or objects at him as he ran off, not that it did anything but briefly stop him. Oh well! At least it was fun, even if he had a few multi-colored spots on his sides and back… and maybe a couple burns.

For a moment he was actually tempted to not get into trouble, heading over towards what smelled like pumpkins for some food…. and to stomp on some jack-o-lanterns. He was also tempted to go over and poke at those strange trees, they seemed pretty funny… Or something… He couldn't really explain how he felt about them, but he knew he liked them. There was the smell of roses, and freshly cut pumpkin, but neither of those were particularly new on this island… What was more interesting though was when he spotted someone running from one of those plant monsters. 

Hmmm… HMMMnnnn…. Okay, this was probably going to suck, but he'd feel bad watching some poor person get mauled to death in front of him without helping. He hadn't tried eating one of those hydra yet either, maybe they tasted good? He could get rewarded too, it took him a few seconds to come up with sufficient reasons to save this person but eventually he psyched himself up enough and charged into action.  The sound of crunching, and squelching pumpkins could be heard as he briefly ran, and then leaped into the air and made a flying tackle onto the creature. Grabbing, biting and clawing wildly as it let out a wild shriek and retaliated. Bits of flower petals, blood and pumpkin pieces flew as they got into it. The dragon looked like its surprise attack had given it the upper hand, but even if it won neither were going to escape unscathed… Neither would the nearby vic- err human if they weren't careful, as more than once the somewhat blade like tail swung and whipped about during the fight.