"Why have you come here, Solvane?"
Sunny turned around, looking at the delicate woman who stood behind him, her dress woven out of simple green fabric, a girdle of tree bark wrapped around her thin waist. Despite looking only slightly older than their guest, with soft skin and sparkling hazel eyes, she had a calm and confident presence about her that brought peace and a feeling of safety to all who surrounded her.
The woman looked beautiful, wise… and young. So, so young. She also resembled Sunny very much.
As always, seeing her brought both warm joy and deep sadness to his heart.
Sunny smiled, hiding his sorrow, then said in a tone most gentle and loving:
"...Hey, mom. We have a guest."
The Lady of the Grove — his mother — looked at him for a short moment, and then answered in a voice that rang with tension and urgency:
"Get away from her, child. Now!"
