Iollan sat curled against a massive tree, looking out over his pool. It was his favorite place in the woods, calm and beautiful and carefully crafted over the years to suit him perfectly. No human had ever touched it, his sacred spring.
He felt it as soon as it touched his land. Iollan gave a small, hissing breath, curious. He had never felt anything like this in his land before, not human, no, not human at all. Moving through the woods, the fae tracked the creature, heading steadily towards it.
When he finally caught sight of the creature, is gave him pause. Strange looking, like nothing he had seen. Almost like some nymph or river spirit, but it felt different. Very different. And who did this thing think it was, coming into his land like he owned it! Where was his gift? His requests of permission.
Stepping out of the trees, he tilted his head, giving a small hiss, "Who are you? These are my woods, yet you walk boldly through them. You insult me."
