Those silly little sylph-like beings were no help whatsoever, and may in fact have worsened their current predicament. Additionally, without the bulk of their magic and with only those flimsy toy nouliths at their disposal, there was no way Lulua would be able to plot a way out before sundown. Looks like they'd just have to camp out in the cold... but without Dosis at their disposal they had no way to spark a flame, and the only supplies in their bag were a handful of dried persimmons for a little snack, a bottle of water (nearly empty), and a box of adhesive bandage strips. To make things worse, there appears to be some form of sweet-smelling pollen storm kicking up, severely lowering Lulua's visibility. Every time they clean their glasses of yellow powder, a thick new layer collects upon the lenses within minutes. How on earth are they supposed to get out of the forest like this?
Sneezing approximately one hundred times a second, trudging forward in hopes of at least finding some form of shelter, Lulua pushes aside a large fan of ferns expecting more beautiful green bullshit only to see, to their surprise, a wide, grassy clearing, blooming full of strange red and purple flowers, containing a quite charming stone... cottage?
Smoke rises lazily from the cottage's chimney. Someone is home. There is hope for Lulua yet. They all but sprint to the door to knock, and the white-robed person who opens the door is, as expected, outrageously and unreasonably tall. Even more outrageously than average, in fact. Still, no matter how annoyed they are at having to crane their neck back so far, they click their heels together politely and try their best not to sneeze on their hopefully would-be host.
"Good afternoon, sir, I ah.. seem to find myself quite, Ah.... quite dreadfully lost. If it's not too much trouble, might AH... might I AH.... ask t- to, to....
"......exgcuse be. Bight I ask do sday the nighd? Id's gedding quide lade..." sniff.
@conjuringink sorry for sneezing on you.
