The wind seemed to pick up or at least that is what it would seem as the trees around the clearing shook. The sounds of the leave and branches moved and any path that led or excited the place seemed to have completely disappeared. The only light was that of the moon offering just barely enough for the girls to see and greet the other. The night air just slightly chilly dropping a degree or two. The sounds of the giggling returned, buzzing quickly past the girls. High pitched sounds past their hair and the ears, they would swear that something just licked their ears.<br/><br/>It was then more buzzing sounds around them and the sound of fabric being sliced. The actions happening faster then the naked eye could capture and it would take only a few moments before the girls that had just met would find themselves getting a full eye's view of the other female. Once more the sounds of rustling is heard as opposite of the clearing several man sized treants began to waddle in. The tops of their heads were branches with leaves, Feet for roots and thick limbs for arms.<br/><br/>It was then that the girls would meet their assailants as they would feel light weights upon their shoulders. " So nice, our brethren left us gifts " They giggled once more as the tops of the treants shot out towards the girls, the tree limbs growing longer while the little faeries bounced excitedly upon the shoulders