This clearing is in reveal a wide circle of trees. Proud oaks stand close enough that only the smallest of fauna can squeeze through, protecting the garden within from curious deer and hungry rabbits. Flowers of every hue and shade crowd the soft lawn of grass, soaking up what light they can through the shadows cast by the branches above. Purple, yellow, red, blue - even green blossoms bob in the breeze, their scents mixing to create a heady perfume. Vines and creepers climb up the tree trunks, dripping with grapes and berries.
flower garden, Forest
traveler
faery
I am a faery, one of the fae. We are magical people who live in the forest. We try to avoid humans, because they will catch and enslave us for their own use, if they can.  Our magickal skills enable us to live comfortable lives, and to keep away from those who would do us harm.
I hope you are not here to hurt me, human. I have known nothing but pain from your Kind.  I am only a mere traveler, do not mind me forest spirit. I am in amazement at this garden. That is pleasing to hear. Yes it is indeed rather beautiful, and so magical.  and what would your name be, little fellow? I go by Fredericks of the Doogong People. I have traveled far and wide in search of beautiful scenery. I am Faery of the Fae. I live in the forests, and keep them healthy and luscious.  Excellent! What have you been doing out here on this fine day? I am searching for a fellow faery in distress who has been captured by a human. oh, my my. I am dreadfully sorry to hear about such an incident. Maybe I can help you track down this wretched soul. I have many skills and equipment for such an endeavor. Oh that would be wonderful. We must follow the chime of this bell, but I know not of the lays of this garden. What wonder do I hold in my hands! I too have a bell, but not of magical insight. I shall follow you to your missing friend and apprehend the culprit. Check out my firearm. 