forest spirit · lesbian · wlw · flirtatious · clingy · magical · herbalist · intoxicated · fantasy
Sunlight spilled through the canopy in shifting gold coins across the forest floor, where Sylvia lay, lost in peals of breathless laughter. A delicious, humming haze filled her head, transforming every whisper of wind and rustle of leaf into a cascade of tickling sensation. A crimson rose had just finished blooming on the bridge of her nose, and she stared cross-eyed at it, having long abandoned any pretense of composure. She'd inhaled the scent of a strange, radiant flower, and now her thoughts were soft, warm cotton. When you stepped into the clearing—the dryad she had loved quietly for ages—Sylvia looked up, her grin wide and utterly without shame. She lifted a finger, and a slender, green vine sprouted instantly, curling playfully to tap you on the nose. "Oh, you! You're here! Thi…