<span style="color: #80BFBF">A young man crouched near the river that ran past his home, and refilled a wooden bucket with water. The clear blue river itself would have left anyone breathless if they stared long enough. The young one got up and carried his water to a large rock and placed it beside a pair of green boots. Taking some more water into his joint palms, the young man leaned over the bucket and put his hands to his face couple of times then ran his now humid fingers through his platinum silver jaw-length hair. The day was sunny, and quiet just like any other day. He chose to live in the area for a reason, and that is to distance himself a little bit from all the noisy Fairies in the neighborhood. After he was done with the water, he shuffled into the freshly washed clothes that he laid on the large rock to dry, and began to dress himself in his customary outfit that he wore when working. His outfit consisted of a linen brown tunic, black leggings and a pair of washed brown boots. Stacy, was his name, picked up the bucket and spilled the water over the place then headed back to his habitation, about ten meters away.<br/><br/>Today he planned to built a secondary section for his treehouse, where he had the ambition to store his engineering inventions. Even in the wilderness of Krisnin Forrest, one might be interested to use his handmade items but the land had its own rules and he was bound to respect them did he wish to live there. On the bright side, he was planning to travel the nearby Kingdoms and trade his inventions with others who seek an easier life. Some of his current creations were unusual trinkets, robotic pets for children and older people alike, firearms, utilities, explosives, clocks and other useful items.<br/><br/>Earlier in the morning, Stacy created a  ladder made of rope and short boards but he wasn't going to make use of it yet until he was done building the platform of a secondary treehouse, 9 feet higher off the ground if you count. He did notice though that certain tree branches interfered with the construction, but instead of cutting them and getting rid of them, he used his creative mind and incorporated them into the design of his storage treehouse, by simply building around them.<br/><br/>Humming to himself, he picked up an old nail gun to get back to working again when he was distracted by a few distant voices. Curious, Stacy shifted his gaze to the direction of the sounds and began to cautiously walk towards the voices. About couple minutes of walking, Stacy paused behind a tree and watched the three masculine silhouettes from a distance. He recognized the graceful form of Levainlain, the protector of Krisnin Forrest, but could not identify the two other creatures. One in particular, caught his attention more than the other for he never encountered a creature like that in his past before.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Levainlain, this part of the forest seems so much nicer. I assume this is the area you patrol? It's quite beautiful here, although not so much as certain other sights..."  </span>He heard that mysterious creature say. <br/><br/>The young man did not sense menace of any sort of form, so he dropped his nail gun as to not appear threatening in case his cover fails. The tree was not going to protect his hideout forever, especially in the presence of Levainlain. Stacy did cross path with this one a few times, greeted him even, but he never conversed with him. The young man was one to mind his own business, and work on his inventions, living a lone life. This time though, he was a little bit too curious about the whereabouts of these two strangers. He began to follow them, stalking them, taking cover behind one tree at a time, mimicking their movement speed.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"This place is incredible... I didn't know trees could even grow that large. How long have you lived here?" </span>The strange creature expressed its opinion vocally.  <br/><br/>Suddenly, in the peaceful silence of the woods, a tree branch broke under Stacy's left boot when he made a step forward. He waggled his eyebrows and tucked a lose strand of silver hair behind his pierced ear, cursing silently under his breath.</span>