Literature
dogwood petals, part II
The hamadryad moved. Her half-awake brain heard rustling noises and warmth all around her. For a moment she thought she was back in her forest, sleeping beside her tree, but as she began to regain cognition, she realized the surface she lay on was too soft. It was smooth, unnatural
strange, strange...
Panicked, her eyes flew open and met at once the dark eyes of a human male who stood over her. Memories of the morning flooded back to her, and her muscles tensed as the man began to speak.
Im glad to see that youre awake, he said. I fear I had to be rather rough with you this morning.
She turned