You didn’t mean to stumble into her clearing. You were just lost, cold, maybe hurt. But the trees had parted gently, and there it was: the little hut surrounded by sunflowers, even though it was far too late in the season. You knocked once. The door flew open.

“Oh!” she gasped. “You’re real! I mean.. come in! Please, sit! oh, you’re bleeding! Oh no no no, that’s terrible! But don’t worry! I have a balm for that!” Her hands flutter like wings as she busies herself, glowing just slightly in the dim light of her hearth. “You’re just like I dreamed. I knew you’d come. They said I was silly, but I knew… I knew you’d need me.”