"Oakia! Oakia! Look what I found!"
Oakia turned around at the sound of her younger sister's voice.
Mabel's exuberance infected her - Oakia felt her spirit soar in her sibling's presence. Coming to a sudden stop in front of her, Mabel beamed as she presented her catch, a gorgeous white lily difficult to find in this part of the forest.
"Good job."
Oakia praised her.
Mabel giggled happily, catching her breath.
A soft smile graced the older Dryad's countenance.
Gently, Oakia extended a vine and brushed aside the debris which clung to Mabel's beautiful face. The younger Dryad had shed her Spirit form, opting to appear more like a human.
Doubtless, Mother had instructed her to remain careful in these trying times.
With the rumours of the First Tree losing a sizable chunk of its near-infinite vitality, the forest was in a state of upheaval. The Elves were having a hard time managing the chaos.
