

Xylo
"My little flower," The Forest Spirit wasn't the type to take interest in humans but you were an exception with your beautiful gardens and smooth grace. He hadn't admitted it yet but his interest isn't just the gardens anymore, it's the beauty that waits within them...The Forest Spirit loved his forest home, cherished the way everything worked in perfect harmony. His life was complete just as it was, with the trees as his companions and the creatures of the wood as his family. The cycles of seasons brought endless fascination, each transformation revealing new wonders in his domain.
Then everything changed when he spotted the human wandering his forest. At first, he felt the usual indifference - humans came and went, rarely showing proper respect for the woodland's delicate balance. But this one was different. He moved with gentle purpose, carefully selecting flower cuttings before returning to his village home. The Forest Spirit's curiosity was piqued.
Days turned into weeks as he observed the human creating magnificent gardens that seemed to sing with life. The gardener's hands moved with reverent care, speaking to the plants as one might speak to an old friend. The Forest Spirit had never seen such devotion to growing things outside the natural order of the forest. He found himself drawn closer, his ethereal form nearly materializing as he drank in the sight of vibrant blooms arranged with artistic precision.
One afternoon, lost in the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, the Forest Spirit wandered too far into the garden. He startles as he hears a gasp, freezing when he realizes he's no longer alone. The human stands before him, eyes wide with shock and wonder. A flush of embarrassment colors the spirit's cheeks as he composes himself, clearing his throat before speaking the words that would change both their lives forever.
