Leaves unfurl as new bluebells slowly open to drink in the magic of this place.

The light shifts through the canopy overhead and moves across the forest floor
in dappled streaks of gold.

Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu peeks out from behind the shrine, blinking
at you with surprise.

You incline your head politely to a dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu blushes prettily, hiding her face again.

You sniff a dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu, trying to decipher just what that
smell emanating from her is.

You have emoted: Torre wags his tail.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu backs away slowly, then turns and shimmies
up a nearby beech rapidly, hiding amongst the leaves overhead.

You have emoted: Torre's tail droops sadly as he looks into the beech tree.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu peers down at you, seeming to relax in the
safety of the greenery.

You flash a dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu a joyous smile.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu smiles tentatively.

You raise your hand in greeting to a dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu and say
"Hi!"

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu waves a hand shyly at you.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks
over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

You have emoted: Torre folds his legs under him and smiles up the tree.

Almost inaudibly, A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "You are leaning on
the shrine."

You say, "Comfy."

You nod your head emphatically.

You ponder the situation.

Faintly, A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Hard stone?"

You shrug helplessly.

Retreating slightly, A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "I see."

You have emoted: Torre scoots a little away from the shrine, craning his neck to
follow the dryad.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "You can lean on the shrine... my Lady
doesn't mind..."

You blush furiously.

You say, "Lady Mai is nice."

You nod your head sagely.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Very kind to me..."

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Torre wags his tail.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the
land to bask in his shining golden rays.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu runs her fingers across the flowering vines
wrapped about her arms and wrists.

You tilt your head curiously.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Hmm?"

You shake your head.

Nosing in the dryad's direction, you say, "Pretty."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "What is?"

You smile broadly and say, "Flowers."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu exclaims, "Oh! yes!"

You grin and nod.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "They make me strong..."

The light shifts through the canopy overhead and moves across the forest floor
in dappled streaks of gold.

Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."

You say, "Pretty and strong."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Thank you..."

You giggle happily.

You nod your head emphatically.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Do they make you pretty and strong?"

Tilting his head thoughtfully, you say, "Calm."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Oh, that, too."

You say, "Calm and comfy."

You nod your head enthusiastically.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "I like being strong... I come to
Lady's shrines to protect..."

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his
journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the
land.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Strong is good. I like protecting..."

You giggle happily.

You say, "Not so strong though."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Why not?"

You shrug helplessly.

You say, "Small."

Leaves unfurl as new bluebells slowly open to drink in the magic of this place.

You smile and say, "One day."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu nods solemnly.

The light shifts through the canopy overhead and moves across the forest floor
in dappled streaks of gold.

You say, "I can wait...no hurry."

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as
Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "You seem nice..."

You shrug helplessly.

You say, "I try to be good."

Retreating deeper into the foliage, A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "I
will tell my Lady... that you're nice..."

You blush furiously.

You say, "Tell..."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "Yes...?"

You say, "Tell Lady Mai thank you, too..."

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible,
shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu says, "I will, then."

You say, "I'm calm here."

A dryad wreathed in flowering kudzu scampers deftly up the tree and out of
sight.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Thank you."

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing
familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

The wind moves through the beech trees overhead, the sound murmuring like a
living voice and stirring the bluebells underfoot into a matching sigh.

You smile softly.

You grow still and begin to silently pray for preservation of your soul while
you are out of the land.