Fern

I walked through the trees and hummed softly to myself, my brown eyes shining and my black hair in my handsome face as I had my satchel on my hip and my cloak over my shoulders. I could hear the faint sound of griffins calling to each other and I occasionally saw a fae circle of mushrooms. Life was good but lonely for me, as I had no one to enjoy this with. At that moment I heard a small sound from a bush nearby and I stopped, glancing over at it curiously