A Night Among The Dryads
As the towering trees of the Dryad tribe came into view, Rinalef's eyes widened with excitement, and her whole body seemed to come alive. She pointed towards the tribe, her finger extending like an arrow, and her face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Look, Sir Oliver," she called out, her voice carrying the thrill of their nearing destination. "We're almost there!"
In the heart of the godforsaken forest, as the evening sun cast its warm, golden glow, lay the magnificent Dryad tribe.
The trees within their sacred territory stood as towering sentinels, their long shadows stretching out, creating an enchanting scene of tranquility.
What set the Dryad tribe apart was the astounding transformation of the massive trees into intricate, house-shaped dwellings.
These ancient arboreal wonders boasted polished trunks and revealed intricate woodwork, each house appearing as a harmonious extension of the forest itself.