His expression was seriene as he watched over the land the wind gentl;y blowing through his hair. His mind thinking on her words as he smiled. "They are very lovely, I have a long golden sash from my father's father, and a seed from the Apple tree my mother and father used upon thier own ceremony..." His face slightly frowned with what seemed slight worry, however just as soon as it came it went, he turned to her and hooked thier arms. "I agree, I shall aesscort you back and being the arangements." his was was sweet and kind.<br/><br/>The walk back was full of him describing the forest, how it had lived for 5,000 years and it lived through his familys life force. The magic she fed him also fed the forest. Each fallen tree and pain of a lone wolf's howl effected him in someway. he felt the emotion of the trees and listened to the joy of the animals. He explained how his family started the forest many generations back after his oldest anscestor was slain by a wild best with a posionous arrow, when he fell a fairy dropped a seed in his eart and there came the first rose. That rose garden became the birth place of the fairies, and the Mistwood. His family worked tiredlessly to keep the magic alive, and slowly a village was built at the base of the mountian on which the woods called home.