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It had been many suns since she had found herself lost within the Barrens. She had yet to want to return to these desolate lands even if it meant going to the infernal tree to receive a power boost. Or so she had heard through the muck vines as it were. Still, hooves beat the parched grounds as she headed ever on wards. The plateau that hosted the great tree loomed ever on the horizons and drew steadily closer.

"These lands need more help it seems. Those around haven't done much to stanch the dryness." She muttered shaking hr head slightly, her tail flicking behind her. "Perhaps everyone else is busy elsewhere..."

She had been busy with the bog hunting for those that were lost. She hadn't found them, she wasn't too sure of they were even near the bog anymore. As it was, she would stretch her search else where... There was also still something to do out here in the barrens that didn't involve the tree. Perhaps after this meeting she would confront the little lizard that nagged at her.

"Still got that to deal with. The scuttle scale wasn't the kindest to someone as injured as I had been." Frowning slightly, Misty stopped as she peered up at the plateau.

Here she was again, the gradual incline that lead her up to the massive white barked tree. The ancient that had survived what she considered the sundering. Shaking her head, Misty delved higher until she was at the roots once more. Her demeanor hadn't changed much, she was easing more into the helpful nature that many around insisted.

"We meet again. So lay it one me, the next step in this journey of the masses." She grumped looking up at the tree, expectedly.

WC: 296

The tree dissolved once more into the nothing that was the dream. The plateau vanished beneath her hooves leaving her once more in the scorching heat of the barrens. The wastelands of the world that were slowly being healed by those around her. She wasn't very active in the healing of the world, besides having used her power to try and clear the air of the bog.. This area was one she didn't frequent enough to do any good for. Shaking her head she glanced up to where the tree had once been located, she was sure it was still there listening to her. She had felt the surge of magic beneath her hooves when it leaned closer to her. The magic made her own almost surge before the vision took hold.

"You hoofed beasts never seem to stay away for long, do you?" hissed an almost familiar voice as Misty glanced down at the scuttle scale that was crouched beside her. "Always causing trouble and causing yourself harm."

Ears flicking slightly, she glared down at the scuttle scale. "And you haven't changed since the first time you poked me out of your den." she retorted as the vision scuttle scale laughed.

"And what do you plan to do now? The barrens are hurting, you plan to let it remain that way while we squabble like hatchlings?"

"Says the one that opened his large mouth first. What help do you give? Scurry around, dragging your belly in the sand like the lizard you are?"

The scuttle scale laughed again as the wind shifted blowing the sand over it and all but vanished from sight. The echoing voice still rang through the wind as if it were still there. "You have a bigger purpose hoofed idiot. It seems time for you to figure it out."

Misty was once more left along as she glared up at the sun that glared ever still down at her. Sweat soaked her coat and she was starting to get annoyed with it all. Gritting her teeth, Misty's horn drew a grey blue color before a small bolt of magic into the air. From that bolt dark clouds started to whirl around over her head. As the first drops of rain started to fall, they hissed against the heat of the sand.

Standing there a moment, the sprinkle slowly turning into a drizzle, the ground around her started to turn to mud before sinking deeper. Perhaps this was one way that she could help the barrens, she was an atmos after all and water was one of the most essential parts of life. While she knew that out in the real barrens it would take more then a drizzle to quell the raging thirst of the land. But here in the vision, small sprouts were pushing their way through the sands and mud to reach towards the life giving water.

"Very well, you over grown lizard. Seems there's more to life then hunting for something that seeks not to be found." she said finally as the drizzle slowly ebbed away leaving her in a green patch against the rest of the brown of the wastes. "Very well..."

WC: 531