Location… Storm Bay
Season… Several months ago, during Spring.
Summary… Toril, on the search for fairies, stumbles upon a rather large non-fairie instead.
Toril was quiet as she moved through the seashore dunes, the tall grass waving about her ears. Below her the marshes expanded out like a second vast ocean: a stretch of land and water and crooked trees for as far as the eye could see. Further into the marshes the trees rose higher, beyond the gnarled small growths. Her ears pricked up and her tail rose in excitement. She could hear things moving in the marsh. Fey creatures, they must be, rustling the grass and moving within the water. She grinned and closed her eyes, almost seeing the creatures flitting before her eyes. She couldn’t quite imagine what One must look like.
Perhaps like a dragonfly.
A dragonfly! Yes! She would find a dragonfly! And perhaps something more weighty: a fish or rotted carcass, or a trail of her family. With an excite