Woodland Sprite

Serene had begun her travels towards her homeland, when the environment of this particular grove caught her wandering eye. She had grown in the woods nearby, and yet she had never venture through these particular trees before. It was strange, the way the trees were few and far in between, gave the air a very open and fresh feeling to it. As if the grove hadn't been here for very long. Slowly did the fawn woman weave through the trees, admiring their specific beauty and examining the terrain for clues as to what had happened.

It became blindingly clear that the soil in this region was different than others she had visited before. As she dug around the roots of one of the trees, the soil felt thick, healthy almost. It was beautiful, and if Serene had to bet on it, she would think some special herbs would take root in this very soil. Intrigued with the idea, the sandy fae began to shift through the nook; sticking her muzzle into brush and sniffing around, trying to find something familiar to her or at least interesting to look at.