The Queen Mother's Spies
Somewhere in the Nymph's forest, it was very the picture of spring.
Pink leaves fluttered high in the trees, carried on by strong winds, and below the boisterous canopy, tall, elegant flowers bloomed from every vacant stretch of soil.
Intertwined between the network of crisscrossing roots, their plump petals covered the ground like a vibrant carpet, filling the air with a wonderful scent that concealed the faint trace of blood.
Sitting silently among these flowers was a group of elf-like women with pale pink-hair, whose features were even more attractive than their surroundings.
Concentrated in one area of the forest, the figures looked towards an intricate throne formed by woven roots, where a stunning figure sat with her eyes closed.
The Nymph stood out among the numerous tree spirits, her frosty white hair shining under the glow of lights, their fine strands spreading across her throne like silk.