Amaryllis stood among the trees. She stood there silently, listening to the trees chatter and feeling the wind through her leaves. This is what she will miss when she leaves. Ama opened her eyes and looked through the canopy, seeing the filtering lights of the sky. She gazed down at the long grass and the mixture of flowers that have more hues than she could count. One cannot get this in the gardens. The gardens of the castle come close, but it is nothing compared to the forest.
Sometimes, Amaryllis wishes she was born out here. She would have nothing to worry about except for the preservation of the trees. But she was not. She was taught by the fae to think at a higher level than most dryads. Ama shrugged off this thought. Her life was full of beauty and wonder in the court she served.
Ama suddenly heard the light crunches of grass a bit of distance away. Footsteps. She glided through the glass and looked around a great oak. To her surprise, she saw the Summer King's pet. Ama smiled and laughed softly, stepping out from behind the tree.
[color=00746b]"Oh little Lyra. What are you doing out here?"[/color]
[@Belle]