The Tree Sprite coyly said to Agrarian, “You are pretty, Spellweaver. Maybe you’d like to come into my tree for a while. I have byneberry wine and passion fruit. Very tasty! But it’s not the sweetest thing I’m offering, if you know what I mean. Tree Shepherd, may I have this pretty Spellweaver?”
Tull kindly said, “He’d best stay with us, Lady of the Trees.”
The svelte little tree sprite replied seductively “I won’t keep him long, Teacher.”
Old Tull complimentarily said, “Oh, I suspect your beauty would forever detain him, my Lady.”
The tree sprite blushed, but her bright green skin turned purple instead of red. The tree sprite’s blue hair and purple eyes contrasted with her bright green skin. The greenness returned after her blushing ended. Though totally out of place in most of the World of the Three Suns, the little creature appeared perfectly at home in the Green Vale. As tall as thirty-six inchworms stacked end-to-end, the three-foot-tall sprite was about two-thirds the height of Russell, who was an average sized Drelve.
Playing on the sprite’s vanity, the Teacher Tull said politely and redundantly, “Thank you for allowing our eyes to behold your beauty, Lady of the Trees. It’s been too long. We can’t all be as beautiful as you. Please bear with us, and we thank you for allowing our glances.”
The tree sprite accepted the compliments and offered, “You may try some of my wondrous fruits.”
Tull interjected, “Ahem. We’ll accept the fruits of the trees, Lady of the Trees.”
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