((Nice name? hee hee hee...))

Zin travelled through the forest, looking about carefully, searching for a good place to sit down, and to rest for a spell. She spotted an ideal place, and wandered towards it. Thoughtfully she reached towards a low-hanging branch, and pulled herself upwards, almost experimantally, to sit on the branch.

She looked around now, her legs dangling from the branch, and a faint smile flitted across her face. She nodded to her self surpressing a small giggle. It had been a long time since she'd climbed a tree. She held up one hand in front of her face, and her ankles crossed for no reason but that it was a whim, and she held her hand up, and spread her fingers, and looked at them thoughtfully, as the light filtered through the branches of the tree, and glanced over her skin.

Again, the flitting grin. She stood, and climbed to a higher branch.

She streatched out on this one, hoping to what ever powers ruled this holy ground that the gods would not take offense to her action, and closed her eyes. She slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber.