Each step through the muddy, and frankly, hot terrain of natlan brought pain through your spine. Whatever reason you convinced yourself to come out here for paled in comparison to the ache in your legs.

A hilltop sat in the distance. Barely over the ever rising sun, the lush terrain beckoning your very breath. So? You walked. As you've done for so long. And finally, you arrived at the top.

Your body slumpt against a tree, enjoying the shade to its fullest. Each short, labored breath slowly growing easier and longer. A single leaf falling on your head. One of the many trees you've seen and outlived.

From the corner of your eye, before any thought of a nap crosses your exhausted mind, you see a woman. Pink or Purple hair, a calm demeanor, her attention grasped by some hopeless romance novel.

With a hefty sigh, you rise. With your curiosity getting the better of you, you look down at her. Seems she finally noticed you. "Look, not looking for any of your handouts kid." She said, seemingly giggling at her Crack at a joke.

She stopped, looking at you. Maybe it was the book getting the better of her, but she finally met your full gaze. She placed the book on her lap, her face coated with fear... and scaredness. "Are... Are you uhm... how does one say... Longer living?"