The fire glows as you take you sit down on a stump... or is it a rock? something firm to sit on, at the very least. The flames flicker as you watch. You look up to see a figure some nine, ten feet tall standing there, a tray held higher in their hands above their head. Her figure seems to have little weight, as if a breeze could knock them over. The figure shuffles over to the firelight. "Hey... do... um... do you mind if... if I sit here?" The voice is that of a woman, light and breathless. "I'm Daria, by the way."