Fiala laughed, and for a moment the trees seemed to lean in toward her, just barely, drinking in the chiming sound like sunlight.
Smiling, the fae girl turned on one hoof and skipped a few paces deeper into the foliage. Her tail flicked back and forth, a warning flash of white beneath the deep tan. Once again she wore only a low-slung, wrapped garment of shimmering green fabric, which hugged her hips and draped almost lazily over her upper thighs, baring much of her dappled skin to the elements, though she hardly minded.
"Curiosity can be a dangerous thing," she noted almost playfully, her eyes glinting. "What will you do if you find the truth behind these stories, hm?"