Green Guy in Green Vale… from the First Wandmaker

Clouse extended his green finger and pointed toward the fifth of the Thirttene Friends. The great green-leaved oak’s dark bark shimmered briefly. A blithe blue-green form emerged from the tree, turned about quickly, looked around, and determined only one older Drelve and his green likeness stood near her. The little feminine creature wrinkled her nose three times, sneezed, fixed her gaze on Yannuvia and Clouse, placed her thin green index finger to her full purple lips, and cooed, “Ooh…a plain Spellweaver and a green Spellweaver…green, like me! Gosh, green Drelve, you are gorgeous! The Teachers bring homely little Drelves to my forest and the blighters tramp all around the plants. The new Teacher is too lenient. Plain Drelve, you look familiar. Have you previously visited Green Vale? Not to matter…you cast such a pretty spell, green Spellweaver. Will you kiss me? Have you just one kiss for me?”
“Careful, Clouse! She’ll charm you. Behave, Lady of the Trees!” Yannuvia declared.
The Tree Sprite’s blue hair, mauve lips, and purple eyes contrasted with her bright green skin. Like Clouse, she seemed totally out of place in the World of the Three Suns but perfectly at home in the Green Vale. The sprite was about two-thirds the height of an average sized Drelve. Yannuvia, and therefore his green counterpart Clouse, was taller than most Drelves.
“You are rude, Spellweaver! Let me enjoy just one little buss!” the comely little sprite pleaded and drew near Clouse.
“I don’t see any harm in one kiss,” Clouse reasoned.
Before Yannuvia separated them, Clouse bent forward and kissed the sprite.
“Oh, no!” Yannuvia moaned. “He’s certainly charmed!”
The Spellweaver prepared a Dispel Magick Spell.
“Wait!” Clouse shouted. “What do you want to ask her?”
Yannuvia stopped Dispel Magick, extended his left forefinger and uttered instead the much simpler Detect Charm Spell. He studied first Clouse, then the Tree Sprite. Clouse was fine. The little sprite was charmed!
“Quickly, ask her name!” Yannuvia eagerly said.
“What is your name?” Clouse queried.
“Alexis. Lexie Glitch. I’m the Lady of the Trees,” the lovely little fairy answered.
“Amazing! Charming dweomers shouldn’t affect Tree Sprites, Water Sprites, and Dryads!” Yannuvia marveled.
“She’s not immune to her spells, Spellweaver. She’s a Dryad. Tree Sprites are a bit shorter, another bit more mischievous, and more rambling. Lexie’s quite a temptress. May I kiss her again?” Clouse queried.
“What…you did not cast the spell?” Yannuvia queried.
“No, Spellweaver. The little vixen fell victim to her own dweomer,” Clouse replied.
“Then you…you are…” Yannuvia stammered.
“Yes, I am a Reflector. Did Fisher not tell you, it’s a trait of most Menders?” Clouse answered.