Dryads

Today, as I stood on a large tower surveying the countryside, and I was inspired by it to write here about Dryads.  Dryads, for those of you who don't know, are tree nymphs.  I have been inspired to write about what they look like.  I see them as ladies with brown or dark green dresses, flowy ones, with jagged edges like ripped paper.  They always have long hair, of any color really, with leaves in it.  Now, the leaves are a story in themselves.  If you happen to spot a Dryad, (which you won't unless you're paying attention and really looking for them, with the right intentions), you should know that the leaves of a very young Dryads are yellow, and the leaves of middle-aged Dryads are brown, and only the leaves of very very old Dryads are a fiery red.  If you happen to see one with red leaves, let me know.  They are extremely rare.  There have been only three sightings in the past 1500 years!

I have a question.  Have you made peace with your fairies yet?  I have to do that yet today.  Just take a branch off of a pine tree, set it by your porch, and wait.  If it turns orange, you are welcome on your own property, and the fairies and dryads will defend and protect you from the white-robed elves for the rest of your days.  In case you change and turn to a life of crime, and the fairies henceforth reject you, renew this gesture every ten years.  However, if it stays green for 10,000 years, you must leave the property immediately (permanently) or else they will sic the Centaurs on you, and the Centaurs will kill you.  So keep your fairies happy.