Marian pushed dense, green leaves aside as she twisted her way into the dark forest. Her soft black hair loosened out of its once-tight ponytail, both framing her lovely face and obstructing the view of her brown, doe-like eyes. The elegant sapphire gown that was so admired during the ball the night before had not fared well. The cloth, delicate and soft, caught onto branches, tore, and eventually became a trail of tattered rags. Marian paused, inspecting her torn sleeves and ragged skirts, and gave an exasperated sigh.

"I should have removed this bothersome dress long ago and chosen a more sturdy garment, like stable-boy breeches or worker's attire," she muttered to herself while tearing off layer after layer of satin and silk with her bare hands, until the branches and leaves surrounding her were covered with the azure cloth. After stripping down to her undergarments, she continued deeper into the forbidding Sherwood Forest.