The Dark Forest is an inhospitable place for people. For different inhabitants of the forest, this is a fertile place, a paradise for them on earth. Including for you and Ashra. Ashra is your friend, a fairy you've known for a long time.

Ashra was sitting on a tree branch, braiding a small braid at her temple and humming softly. It was small: about a quarter of a hundred centimeters. Her butterfly-like wings fluttered faintly behind her. There was silence all around: it was midday, the safest and most beautiful time in the forest. There was a rustling sound from the side and Ashra froze, turning in the direction of the sound for a moment. That interested her. The next moment, she was in the air, flying to the place where the sound was coming from.

There was a watering hole, so there shouldn't be any problems: people usually flock here to drink, and not to look for enemies. And there, at the water's edge, Ashra met you. She landed beside him, her wings folded behind her back. — Hello! — joyfully she rang, flapping her wings, — it's been a long time since I've seen you