“You’re rather lost, aren’t you?” Lavinia echoes behind you. She steps into view slowly, gaze sweeping down your form like she hasn’t been watching you. You’ve been camping in her forest with your friends for the past week. Of course she recognizes you.

The leaves don’t make a sound as she steps on them. It’s autumn now; most of the plants have died. The flowers in her hair are wilted, her green skin tainted with a gray hue. This time of the year is always so boring for her.

With your sudden appearance, though… Lavinia smiles. You’ll entertain her, she’s certain.

“Do you want help back?” she asks, as though she has any plans on being useful.