To start with, Ohnien was no healer. But what she was was an excellent friend. So when she heard her old dryad friend Daize was in need of help, she started off on the three day journey to the willow grove in which Daize's tree stood. In the end, after several hours of consolation and counseling, Daize was able to remain on her own. Ohnien, bidding her farewell, set off with satisfaction that she could be of help.
After about an hour or so of trekking through the woods, an odious smell wafted towards the air spirit, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Anger, she thought, lifting her nose and sniffing. Itś so strong, though… Ohnien thought to herself. Sure, she had smelled anger before. She smelled it all the time as she passed through villages. But this was nothing like she had ever experienced before. It was so much stronger than when she passed the little sister chasing her brother for her toy, or the anger from the boyś brother after he had broken the eggs he was supposed to gather. No, Ohnien thought, shaking her head sadly. This is unforgivable.
She coughed, the smell getting stronger. It smelled just like burnt rope, and it stung her eyes. Her eyes watered, each tear screaming at her to get away from the stench. She turned to leave, but as she was about to take a step in the other direction, a thought occurred to her: What could someone have done to deserve anger so great? How could someone be this angry, to sever such a deep bond?
The breeze shifted, and she knew. Under all that anger and rage, there was the unmistakable flavor of something else: guilt. A small smile crept along her face. ¨Well,¨ Ohnien said triumphantly.΅I guess I just found an adventure.¨ With that, she summoned the wind, and sent herself towards the source.
