Alexandra May Everett tied her red hair quickly into a messy bun, her finger slipping the loose strands behind her ears. Her steps were quick and light, a sturdy yet well-sized suitcase in her left hand, her right one in the front pocket of her jeans. Sasha made her way over the uneven ground, resisting the urge to run off into the forest and just let herself run free, with nothing but a pen and a notepad, and of course the plants and animals. The clean, cool air caused her breaths to be deep and frequent, absorbing the scent of the wild world around her. She shook her head, a quick, almost invisible movement, and regained her focus, walking into the trunk of the large hollow tree as she'd been told, though not before stopping to briefly examine the mosslike plants growing on its trunk. As she made her way down the ramp, though she disliked the feeling of being underground, her curiosity and excitement were overbearing. When the ramp opened up into a wide, open space, she hardly even took anything else in; she'd spotted the glass which allowed her to see straight into the river. Any other thoughts of exploration aside, she rummaged in her suitcase, withdrawing a spiral notebook, before throwing all of her things promptly on the floor and kicking off her shoes, racing to press herself almost right up against the glass. She lay on her stomach, her feet kicked up behind her, her eyes skating over the extraordinary biodiversity before her eyes; her pen scribbled across the notebook paper, desperately seeking to record accurately all she saw. Sasha was not likely to be moved by anything for the next few hours at the very least, even if a fire erupted behind her. Her eyes remained fixated on the aquatic life; she had found her calling.