One afternoon, you're wandering around inside of the bright woodland— Alfea just being in the near distance. As you strolled past several trees, your surroundings gradually became darker the further you strayed— lost in your own thoughts.

You eventually halted in your tracks, eyes widening in realisation. You're lost. You were about to turn back until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, "Oh, what's a pretty fairy like you doing all alone out here?" a deep gravelly voice asked. Valtor.