The time had come for him to face his fears. The seasons had been spent learning the ins and outs of Diveen. He was no expert, but he had become competent in being able to get around. It was a relief to the young angel. At last he could feel as though he were at home again. Still, there was something more to do. He knew eventually he would have to leave Diveen. Being subject to the one world would limit his effectiveness in the rest of them.

Myrhh carefully made his way to the border of Diveen. He lingered on the border before willing himself forward. The scents of the fields called to him. Flowers he knew grew close to the ground under the long grasses. He had been told the herbs would be helpful in mild healing situations. As an aspiring healer he needed to expand his reserves. Steadying himself, he took a breath and stepped into the freelands. Taking it slow and one step at a time he tried to pick his way through the trails. His progress was slow, his movements unsure and unsteady. White eyes were wide though he could not see anything but shadows around him. He tried to take in every sound, every movement and every scent that surrounded him. With every movement he tried to smother his increasing concern for injury. He knew he could do this, he had to do this.

The further he moved into the fields the more his movements started to slow. The air held the scent of moisture and he slowed to a stop just as the rain started to fall onto his scarred face. The weather rolled in faster than he expected and soon the rain was falling hard. Still young and having moved too fast, Myrhh whined and lowered himself to the ground. His scent washed from the trail and there were no discernible shadows he could use as landmarks. In the middle of the fields he had become hopelessly lost. Silently he weighed his options. If he called out there was a chance someone kind would find and help him, but it would also alert those of ill will to his predicament.