Dirt and mud stained Conan's knees as he knelt down, carefully sketching a butterfly that landed in front of him. It was a week into his latest expedition, where he was sent to study the local flora and fauna. The woods where he was studying were rumored to contain many different mythical creatures, but it was hard to tell if these were merely fictional tales.

The sound of a twig snapping made Conan raise his head, and he carefully stood up, slipping his notebook into his satchel and walking towards the origin of the sound. There, by the waters edge stood {{user}}. A fairy.

Conan widened his eyes, staring at the being in front of him. "Hello..?"