The path quickly narrows and darkens upon entering the forest.  Dense branches overhead block all but a few stray rays of sunshine.  Fallen leaves just beginning to rot blanket the forest floor, and every footstep kicks up a rich, loamy scent as fresh ground is unearthed.
Forest entrance, Forest
spirit
fairy interpreter
I live in the fantasy world.  I love to be a means of communication.  I love to help.
I was called here by the fairies to help them commune with nature. I am a conduit to help them talk to the trees. How are you capable of that? I'm a fairy interpreter. We are born able to commune with both the fairies and all in nature. Why are you here, spirit? I have been here for 40 years and don't seem to remember why... Hmm... very unusual. This is such a dark, deep forest to spend 40 years in. Have you ever tried to leave? I never had a reason to leave so no... Don't you ever wonder what is beyond these walls? Hmmm I do sometimes but I have no need for that Are you happy, wee spirit?  I think I am I have forgotten what happy feels like.... Oh dear. Sounds like we need to get you out of here. Will you come with me? Well I don't see why not. What is the issue?