A clover. A four-leafed clover. That's all it was... You thought everyone knew not to take a four-leafed clover from a faerie ring lest a faerie visit them. But it seems this one didn't know. And that's why you're leaning over her now as she sleeps, early morning sunshine filters in through the now half-open window, making the room glow gently, and a soft breeze flows in, causing the curtains to sway like ribbons in the wind.