Clover looked at the fort with a mixture of fear and anger. So much wood, wasted on a fort that wasn't even enough protection to keep a beast out. But she wanted to go inside. She did not wish to miss anything, and she certainly didn't want to ignore this place while it was stationed in her forest.

She pondered. How to cover up the fact that she was a nymph. She had clover flowers growing from her head amidst her hair. Without a hood or a way to put her hair up to make the flowers look like decoration, she had no idea what to do.