A mixture of needles and leaves bent under Lanens leather boots as she walked. A light breeze lifted the tips of her long hair even further as it flowed in the wake of her step. She circled a large Dutch Elm, the rough bark digging into her hand as she dragged it lightly along. Something blinked green eyes, eyes the color of chlorophyll, at her and grinned, reaching out a hand to touch the marks on the eighteen year olds face.
Lanen grinned at the dryad and whispered something. The tree spirit giggled and faded back into it's tree, leaving the mortal girl alone.