Mael was not used to troubled sleep, particularly when she had such a nice tree to sleep in. But her dreams were far from pleasant. She saw her home, the trees twisted and dead, the land barren and seeping with the same corrupted magic that she had seen in the rat-creatures in the caverns under the city. She saw her new friends consumed by the same evil, their peaceful spirits devoured by rage and fury. She saw herself, falling to the same power, her skin sallow and sickly and the normally beautiful plants she wore sharp and wicked looking, unnatural. She didn't want this future. She wanted to help. She wanted everyone to be okay again. She wanted to see her home flourishing with life, the spirits vibrant once again.<br/><br/>It was with these dreams that her sleep was troubled, and so when something startled her awake, she nearly fell out of her tree, her stomach queasy from her nightmares. She caught herself and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound that had awakened her. A strange creature, unlike anything she had encountered before floated in the air before her, its large yellow eyes staring at her. She looked at it, curious. "Ah. Hello. You woke me? I was dreaming, not well." She said, intrigued by the creature in front of her. It reminded her of the more playful forest spirits she had encountered. While growing up she had often played games with them, and even now she did on occasion. Something about this creature was familiar, almost like Tyger. She could feel that she wasn't really a part of this world, but was also in some strange way. "I am sorry. I am Mael. I come from the forest. Who are you? You are of this world, perhaps? I cannot tell for sure. I think you are, but are not as well. I do not understand." She said, holding out her hand in greeting.