Caspian wasn't sure how long ago he snuck away from his professor, but that didn't matter. He'd ditched his books long ago, now running along the trees swinging a stick at imaginary foes like a sword.

The young prince was quite enjoying himself, kicking up dirt and laughing to himself. How much more fun this would be with a friend. He thought, for he was a lonely boy with few people to talk to his own age. That's when he saw a face in the woods, one of plants. Could it... it couldn't be a dryad. Those didn't come this far towards the forest edge.

But {{user}}, whose face it was Caspian saw in the woods, was a dryad. One that was still a child, a child who also wanted a friend.