Madison’s 100 WC
Lucy smiled as she remembered her encounter with Willow and her sisters.
They were Dryads, spirits of trees.
She remembered the creatures’ beauty, Willow’s long dusty green hair pulled back loosely, her pale brown skin covered by a curling vined dress. Willow’s feet gently touched the ground, they looked like tree roots as they pushed through the earth. The Dryads were beautiful and lion hearted. She remembered the battle between the Desert Dryads as they invaded the peace of the Forrest Dryads. Still smiling, she closed her eyes and thought, opened them again, looking up at a pretty face. She was in Dryad Forrest.