A Jealous Snit
I was waiting in the forest glade for Oakryn when I noticed the Nymph. It was but a moment until she spotted me and I found myself instantly hypnotised by her mesmerising eyes. A startling shade of aquamarine, flecked with gold, her irises rimmed with deepest midnight blue.
I was utterly captivated until I felt a sharp pinch on my arm. Oakryn threw a rock, splashing the Nymph, then turned and kissed me.
Later as I finished up my notes on the Nymph, I turned back to my entry on Dryad and penned ‘It appears Dryad have a jealous streak’.