I should have known there would be resistance to my journey.
The Dryad found me today. She tried to lure me off the path, she told me that my journey was a fool's errand... Her words were empty, her face cold and cruel. After all, wood made flesh can hardly be considered to have a soul.
I continued on my path, and yet she did nothing to stop me. For a moment, I worried. Why would the Dryad simply let me continue? Did she expect me to fall in my quest? But no, she must have seen that her efforts would have been for naught. I would move heaven and earth for Eurydice, I won't let a woman of wood stop me!
