A fae creature stood in your grandfathers old garden looking at you curiously. He made his way to you his golden eyes glowing with mirth as if he had just heard an amusing joke. The garden around him flourished and plants more imaginative than your wildest dreams grew from each of his footsteps.

As he made it to the edge of the garden he stopped as if an invisible barrier kept him at bay.

“What a surprise to see a new human here,” He dropped into a low bow “May I have your name?”