Before she had finished her final swipe, she felt herself surrounded by a black plume. There was no time as the young deer jolted into the trees. Her view turned with the smoke for a moment before stepping back, nearly dropping the bottle once more, despite her naturally tightened grip. She raised her opposing hand above her head with a rustle behind her, the tips of her nails glowing and eerie green. As the man appeared, her hand lowered, though the glow remained as she waited, only to be greeted with a snappy tone.<br/>It was an interesting feeling - being taken by surprised, and a little dumb founded if she was honest. What had just happened? And... who was this? What took what felt like forever, she finally has a handle on the situation. He had been in there the whole time. Of course, she didn't know he had been, otherwise of course she would have been more cautious. How could she have known? But even a moment later something caught her ear that caused more surprise - "Mistress." What the hell? Her? It had been a long time since she read stories of fairy tales and magic. But of course, she knew they were real. After all, so was she.<br/>"I'm sorry," she said plainly, "I didn't know this was a lamp. I mistook it for a vase."<br/>She bent a ways and grabbed the end of her skirt, wiping away at the bit of muck that had collected at the lamp as he spoke. Three wishes he says? Every story she read about genie's always mentioned wishes for those in possession of their lamp. But why would she have stumbled upon a lamp? There was nothing she needed or wanted from someone with this kind of magic.<br/>"Here." she said after a moment. She just jutted her hand out with the bottle to him, barely waiting a moment before tucking it in his arms. "I don't need it nor do I wish for anything."<br/>With a minor shrug of her shoulders, she turned with a pleasant smile and walked away. She paid no mind whether he followed, offering all she had before walking out of (what she would have thought to be) earshot.<br/>"If you need a place to stay for the night, you may follow."<br/>Lifting the skirt of her dress at the hip, she maneuvered her dainty feet around the raised roots that only seemed to increased in width and height from the ground.<br/>Hops and full jumps were eventually needed just to pass the trees that had grown as tall and taller as the buildings in town, and almost as wide. Browns were smeared between the landscape, barely peeking through the blankets of moss that wrapped and covered the sturdy bark. Bright and dim greens alike mad for a blurry distance - what little could be seen through the thickness of the trunks.<br/>After a lengthy walk, she approached a small clearing. It didn't look like much, just a mossy, grassy covered flat ground surrounded by a tangle of nearly impassible trees. But as she approached, her step lengthened, reaching out and carefully resting on something firm. A light ripple fluttered from around the step just bigger than her foot. About seven were needed with barely a leap as she reached the other side, she sank just a ways further into the colour before stopping and staring ahead.