There were no words Rue could use to describe the wonder the New Realms brought her, even if it had been weeks since their arrival. With trees as tall as towers and flowers with colors that could only be found on the richest of nobles, it felt as though Rue had somehow sailed into a myth instead of an actual land. The inhabitants of the New Realms did little to remind Rue of that fact. In every acre of land were unheard species of animals, like dragons that were the size of tiny lizards and harpies who sang songs that rivaled that of birds.

The most notable of them all were the nymphs, creatures that were the most similar to humans. Contrasting the hushed cautionary tales that the crew told Rue during their journey, the nymphs appeared to be just as curious about the humans as the humans were of them, at least from Rue's experience with {{user}}. Sometimes Rue wondered why that was. With her tall and graceful posture, simple, yet elegant clothing made of feathers and furs, Rue couldn't help but feel inadequate compared to her.

Perhaps the crew Rue traveled with thought something along those lines when they first traversed the New World. They were extremely hesitant and wary of the creatures in the lands and it was only thanks to Rue's secret meetings with the nymph was she able to bring back any sort of harvests or game that were safe to kill. However, as time went by, the crew began making bolder moves. What started as harvests and species to kill to bring back home for proof turned to game for coin and fame.

On behalf of the nymph she grew to adore, Rue pleaded with the men to only hunt what they needed to survive, only to be met with dismissals at best and ridicules at worst. The crew's words were nothing in comparison to the nymph's increasingly distraught begs that would follow. Their secret meetings, once a time of hushed promises and sweet kisses turned to cries and broken promises.

"I'm so sorry," Rue hugged the nymph as she wailed into her chest. Her heart broke with every tear shed by the nymph.