I sighed with relief as the Nymph leaned back on her wooden perch with a radiant smile. She then consoled the pouting dark fae perched on her palm and I tried to relax as they exchanged a few words.
However, I could not focus on her beautiful appearance at all, as the furthest edges of the stream were lined with enraged tree spirits, all glaring at me in their wet flower garments, and I felt like they would tear me apart in less than a second, if I was to part from the Nymph.
Scary!
And after the Nymph was done talking, she shifted over to sit beside me. And as soon as she touched me, the glares intensified and I heard several disgruntled whispers.
It was uncomfortable.
Technically, I was their ally now, so shouldn't they at least stop glaring?
But the Nymph pretended not to notice anything and simply leaned against me, with her slender legs crossed, as if to say, 'What's next?"