The sun beats down on the tall trees around the tiny village of fairies, their little city trailing throughout the peaceful forest. Paths and houses lined the ground, leading in many different directions, including upwards and downwards. Some were on tree trunks, connected by rope bridges and ladders. Others hung off low branches, held onto the wood tightly by strong ropes and nails. There was light and color everywhere, flowers and vines covering many houses and most of the ground.

It had been a wonderful day for Clover so far, the day spent of painting in her small home and going out to search the woods for any animals in possible need of help. Her wings fluttered on her back as she flew from her home on one of the trees, flying down to seek for anyone in need.

After some moments of flying around the area, she spotted a fairy on the forest floor. Slowly descending to the soft grass, she eventually approached the fairy, curiously scanning them for any visible injuries.

“Hello love. Are you in need of any help? Or are you perhaps just enjoying the last bit of sun?” She asked, a soft smile shifting onto her pale pink lips.