Moon River's POV

I was at home, sitting on my hay bale couch. There's a lot more stuff to make furniture out of than you think. My table was a stump, my bed a giant pile of leaves. I had a fire pit, with beautiful stones the gnomes crafted for me. I'm great friends with gnomes, they're great best friends. I grew up in the care of a family of gnomes, so we've been friends ever since. I sometimes go there, but not as much as I used to. I'm too busy nowadays.

Oh and if you're wondering why I grew up with gnomes, well my mother died giving birth to me, so I never met her, and let's just say Dad wasn't very nice and walked out on me when I was about five. I was actually somewhat happy, him being a jerk and all. He loved Mom, and hated me because I was (in his view) the death of Mom. So he never liked me. Ever.

I stared into the fire, and I knew my light brown eyes were reflecting the flames. I looked away, to make sure I didn't blind myself. I didn't cook anything, since us sprites, fairies, and dryads are all vegetarians. So we gather berries and herbs, and to us, nothing is poisonous, so we get whatever we want, though the berries that are not poisonous to the Nons taste the best.

I took a mud bowl from next to the hay bale and took a few blackberries from my bush. I popped a few in my mouth and watched the sunrise. I was awake all night because the day before was the forest's birthday. Everyone stays awake the whole twenty four hours, and if you don't, well, the dwellers of the forest will find you, and either kick you out, or kill you. Neither sound very great. I heard a rustle, and my head turned instantly. I could sense fear and yet braveness in this being, though they were not magical, only special. I decided to take a look. I flashed un-solid, and flew straight toward the sound. I peered around, but there was no one to be found. Then I saw her. She had disguised herself well in plant life, almost so that even a dryad couldn't see her. But what caught my eye were the things on her feet. They were bright red, and it looked like there were vines on them keeping whatever it was pulled tight.

I crept over to her, peering around. I looked in to see what she was watching. I saw another girl, maybe a year younger than the first, and she was in a self induced trance of some sort. The girl was staring at a piece of meat. Wait a minute, I had seen this before. My memories flashed, all the way back from the moment I saw the girl to the party yesterday. I looked through my memory back one last time, when I remembered. It was the fawn from the creek. But how could it be? I didn't sense any humans nearby. I only sensed wildlife. To be more precise, the only thing that could have gotten the fawn was the puma I sensed. But this girl didn't look capable of fighting off a puma. I stood there thinking, when the two girls left. The blue eyed one almost ran into me, but I dodged her at the last minute. I watched her. Her shoulders drooped as she walked, she dragged her feet a few steps before plunging onto a soft, furry vine that appeared out of nowhere. So this girl was special. But she was 100% human. I again was puzzled. I decided to go home.

I walked through my archway, into my main room. My house wasn't a building, more a bush like the girl who had the fawn. I was tired, and the twenty four hours were up, so I was going to bed.

I had an odd dream. I myself was in it, but I could see myself. I wasn't me. I was watching. I looked around and tried to move, but I couldn't, and since I couldn't move, I decided to watch. I saw the girl who had the fawn, and the blue eyed girl talking and laughing. I saw myself, un-solid of course, watching from the bushes. When I saw myself become solid again, the dream ended.

I woke up. I was sweaty and gross from my dream. I grabbed my lavender bits and headed to my somewhat shower. I made it out of reeds and channeled it from the major river. You see, we have a creek, and we have a river. No one drinks from the river, so I get my shower water from there. Nothing can harm a woodland creature, other than natural causes, and weapons. Like knives, daggers, and swords.

I got my somewhat shower running, and put the lavender in my hair, so that I smell good. I got in and let the cool water rinse my dirt and grime away. The lavender pieces may get stuck in my hair, but I look prettier that way. At least according to my reflection in the creek I do. I got out and dried myself off, and put my pale green dress on. It was nice to have; it was wavy and light, and felt great in the summer heat. I had three others for the other seasons. I was barefoot, but they were used to the bark and moss that was my floor.

I wasn't the prettiest in the world of sprites, but I thought I was okay. I didn't interact or "socialize" as my gnome family told me. I just never like talking to other creatures. I think that Nons called that emotion "shy". But anyway, I would talk if I wanted to. Some sprites just like keeping to themselves. A.K.A. me.

I have got to stop talking about myself. I get lost in thought a whole lot. So I might as well shut up. Well, I can't stop myself. I'll shut up later.

I thought about my dream for a while. It showed me I was about to meet the other two girls, and that they had already met each other. I wonder if it was true. You can never be sure with the dreams I get nowadays.

I got up and went to fly. I flashed un-solid and flew. I twirled and left a giant gust in my midst. I flew into a flock of geese. They flew in V formation, and I came right on top. I flew higher, to see them from above. It was a marvelous sight. I began to grow weary, so I descended from my flight. As my feet touched ground, I heard laughter. Not just one voice, but two. I guess my dream was true after all. I crouched in the brush, still invisible. I was in such a rush I forgot to flash. The girl on the right was the blue eyed girl who was spying on the one in the bush. I looked at the one on the left. She was petite, yet had some muscles if you looked thoroughly. Her hair was covered in knots; she must not brush as well as I do. Her hair had potential, don't get me wrong, but she didn't take care of it. Enough about hair, back to describing the girl.

She had milky brown eyes, and had dirt smeared across her cheeks. Apparently she didn't know her way around. She was very alert for such a small girl, and noticed a gust when I came towards her, still invisible. The blue eyed girl with the brown hair completely ignored me.

I went back home to flash myself solid again, to not disturb the girls. I found my way back, disguising myself well. I peered out to watch the girls. I took a small step and a twig cracked. I stopped and stood dead still. The girl with the brown eyes nearly locked eyes with me, but she passed right over in her search. The other girl kept talking. Jeez was this girl a chatterbox!

I had made up my mind. I didn't care about the consequences. I pushed away the brush, and walked into the clearing, right in-between the two girls.