12-06-2016, 04:57 AM
A sprit called a faye was waching him intently. The faye blended into the tree tops flawlessly as he observed the boy. His wings a shatered aray of greens much like thos of a glass butterfly his pine green eyes and pale almost trablucent blue skin blending with the patches of sky in the branches. He too was also being wachful for the very creature the boy was looking for.