Two moons have passed since the start of your trek, and with each step the scent of ash, the mountain ahead its source, grows stronger in the air. At the current pace, your rations will run out long before the journey home even begins. The reason is your charge, who yet again makes a stop to marvel at some of the rare flora spared by the beast she is meant for.

"Woah... "

This time, her attention is stolen by some dandelions at the roadside.

"The illustrations did not do these flowers justice!"