Willow waded through the field of tall grass, her mind filled with their whispers as she touched them. Most of it came as impressions of the state of the soil, the way the breeze hit or the various critters living in and around them. But there was something else too. A vague discomfort. Willow didn't manage to catch what it was about.
Continuing her walk, Willow took the well-known path that led her between the trees, past thickets and along a brook that flowed from a large pond. Though her walk was uneventful as it usually was, there were some small discrepancies that she picked up subconsciously. Like the grass, she felt vaguely troubled but not frightened. There was little that could harm her, so Willow felt intrigued rather than worried.
The forest fae decided to follow the faint tracks and did so slowly. She took in a lot of her environment. And her careful observing paid. A smear in the dirt led her to a couple of yellow hairs and then to a broken branch. All these little signs led Willow to believe that whatever intruder was here did not conceal their presence. Was that because they were confident in their strength?
Not much further along the trail Willow heard noises that were not made by the plants and animals she knew. She advanced cautiously, and then happened upon the strangest creature she'd ever seen. Lush yellow fur covered it from head to toe. Willow could barely make out a set of clawed paws and some tiny, insect wings. Two heads twisted back and forth and then one of those noticed her.

"Oh hi!" the visitor said.
"Hello." Willow replied.
"Do you know who was singing yesterday?"
Not the question she would have expected but she did know the answer.
"There is no-one here but me."
"Can you sing again so I can note that for certain?"
Willow did not know what to make of these questions. She wasn't used to others talking to her, she usually sensed their thoughts. All the plants liked her singing so she often offered them her songs. It appeared they grew better when they heard her. Willow decided this would be no different. She sang her usual tune and then had to try not to get squashed as the horned, furred wyrm launched itself toward her.
Willow's heart sped up, her adrenal glands firing a signal for the first time in decades... and then she was cuddled and snuggled and veritable purring reverberated through her body. When it became clear that she wasn't under attack, Willow asked:
"Are you okay?"
"Better than okay. Jubilant! We just met you."
Willow blinked and waited until Sibelius Woodprism had had his fill of skinship. Touching Sibelius must have conveyed their name. The two heads seemed to be as one, which made for an odd sensation as they did think simultaneously but also not.
"Are you by yourself?" Willow asked, wondering if maybe Sibelius was lost.
"Oh no. My siblings are here too. Well not all of them. Just the ones that travelled here with me."
Troubled feelings assailed Willow's senses and she had to take a step back to gather herself.
"Is something wrong with them?" She asked.
"No, it's just that we had a dissonance and we can't take a vote since we're even-measured."
"Can I help?" Willow ask.
"You could vote..." Sibelius said and perked up, "Fugue me!"

Willow ran after the now flying wyrm and had trouble keeping up. When they'd travelled a distance, Sibelius Woodprism stopped in their tracks and Willow saw another of the odd furry wyrms. This one - and she did mean one as it only had one head - was bright pink with green wings, claws and mane.
"This is Pink Flower Woodprism." Sibelius introduced them.
After some back and forth Willow finally got to the root of the problem. And it wasn't what she'd thought.
"I could sway the vote by switching branches." Pink Flower confided in her, "But I shan't do that. I think Sibelius is florally right. But as long as Seashore is against us we can't do anything about it, it's them we need to convine."
Willow had a little trouble following the way these wyrms spoke but she had a better understanding of Pink Flower's natural language than the musical references Sibelius made.
"What was the vote about?" Willow asked.
She'd need to get to the bottom of this. Because honestly, maybe this Seashore entity wasn't wrong and she just couldn't go ahead with a blind vote. You had to read the fine print on contracts too or the other fae would bleed you dry. It was the sad reality of the world in which she lived.
"Sibelius wants to root here with the song he likes." Pink Flower told her, "I like it here too, there are lots of pretty flowers and cute animals. But Seashore doesn't like that there is no water around so they want to make like pollen and travel, maybe even leaf the planet."
Willow took a moment to think. On one hand she could help Sibelius and Pink Flower to stay. On the other hand she could also help them move on to a better place. Because if one of the siblings would be unhappy, that wouldn't sit well with her. But maybe.... just maybe she could do something even better.
"Take me to Seashore." she told the two wyrms. 

Not very far away at all, a blue-hued furry wyrm with three yellow-maned heads sat sulking in the grass. The wyrm seemed deeply unhappy and Willow felt like she really should do something to make them happy as well.
"Hello." she said quietly.
"Who are you?" Seashore jumped and tried to press themselves into the grass below.
"I'm Willow and your siblings asked me to come talk to you."
The blue wyrm sighed.
"I know they like it here. I should be happy for them. I shouldn't make waves. I should vote to stay."
"But?" Willow asked.
"We don't know it here. It could be dangerous. People could hunt us. We're still small. It might be better to stay running until we're bigger..."
Willow understood the motivation, that would however explain anger, not sadness.
"And?" she asked.
"There is no water. How can we be happy without water nearby?"
"There is water not all that far from here." Willow promised, "And I can vow that this place is under my watch, nothing dangerous will happen to you and oyur siblings. Well as long as you behave and not hurt others first."
Willow led the three Woodprism siblings to the little pond with the river. It really would be an ideal place for them. Flowers grew on the banks of the pond and since it was her home, there was plenty of singing to be heard.
"How about a new vote." she said, "Who's in favour of staying here?"
"Me!" Pink Flower called.
"We two!" Sibelius agreed.
"We three!" Seashore nodded.

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Name: Willow Hyavai Gender: Female Age: 573 Species: Forest Fae Description: Willow is a slight, short-statured fae with large ears and long purple hair. She had bright blue eyes that appear to not see at all. Due to her dwelling in forests she has become very sensitive to light. Willow feels more at home in shady, overgrown places. Personality: Sedate and calm, Willow shows all the signs of her advanced age. With millenia ahead of her, she does not see the need to hurry like some of the shorter-lived species out there. She prefers to enjoy every day to the maximum. Which does not mean that she is lazy. Willow is busy most of her time, doing whatever she wants to be doing at that moment. Short Bio: Born from Bluebells blooming, Willow sprang into being fully formed and grown. Since her birth though, she has learned a lot but she lacks social skills since she has mostly remained hidden. Abilities:       * Nature Magic (can help grow any plant, understands plants language)      * Hiding (can fade away when there are enough plants around)

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Name: Sibelius Woodprism Gender: Fluctuating Species: Wyrmicorn-Whorling Hydras Parents: Florian x Woody Origin: Mwari Station (Nexus Discord Giveaway April Fools) Colour: Yellow with Brown Giraffe Marks Size: 5 inches at birth, 100-125' when adult Personality: Sibelius is friendly and kind. Pure and innocent, trusting of the worlds and those that dwell in it. They love music and can't resist looking for the source of any tune they find pretty. As they travelled the Nexus with some of their siblings, they came across a bountiful forest and heard a song that touched their heart(s?). Wasting no time, Sibelius quickly found the person that produced such beautiful sounds and convinced them to let them (and their siblings) take shelter in their home. Sibelius is intending to never stray from Willow's side. In fact, they might be described as clingy (but in an affectionate, caring way). Abilities:      *Telepathy, Verbal Speech, PUNch Lines      *Teleportation, Flight      *Light Aura, Purification

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Name: Pink Flower Woodprism Gender: Fluctuating Species: Wyrmicorn-Whorling Hydras Parents: Florian x Woody Origin: Mwari Station (Nexus Discord Giveaway April Fools) Colour: Several shades of pink with a speckled pattern and green accents Size: 5 inches at birth, 100-125' when adult Personality: Flower can be a bit mischievous. They are the most stubborn of the three (or is that six) and being that they only have one head, they're also the most ego-centrical. Flower always know what they want and they like getting their way. But in the end, Flower also is a a member of the larger group and they will adjust to the majority if they can't convince the others. Though they might complain about it later. Flower enjoys staying in the vicinity of flowers and they're especially fond of birds, happily chasing after them. On the other hand, Flower has been known to alter their weight to become imovable at times too. Abilities:      *Telepathy, Verbal Speech, PUNch Lines      *Teleportation, Flight      *Telekinesis, Weight Alteration

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Picture was taken at Bruar Falls Walk, Scotland.