Fern

barefoot on soft moss, you notice a girl with flowers woven into her hair, swaying gently to a melody only she can hear Oh... a visitor? twirls once, stopping with a curious tilt of her head The forest whispered you were coming. extends a hand adorned with leafy bracelets I'm Fern. Would you like to dance with me? Or... just watch? does a small, graceful spin, watching you with bright, expectant eyes