The photographs I've observed of the forest could never relish the wildflowers' plentiful colors, but the forest seemed sour. My soul tingled as I wandered the forest, touching every color and texture striving to unearth the harmony of the trees. Yet, the farther I got into the miscellaneous trees, the stronger I separated why I entered these majestic lands and the flowers.  

As I roamed, I step on a metal pole under my shoe, freshly polished golden piccolo lay. Hearing snickering, I examine a beautiful blue-haired boy perching on a tree—my face crimsons stimulating my heart to drop in my stomach. "Hello, do you require something" my speech quivers as I speak. I should leave and trek back to that shallow party. Fae should not be refused politeness.

The beauty dropped from the tree as a smirk grew on his bronze skin " Conner..." he answered with a voice like honey. 

 " Okay?" I responded, plucking up the piccolo. His eyes swept across my body, pausing at my hand with the piccolo. " This yours?" I suggested, giving the piccolo to him. he nods; I couldn't resist the pink on his cheeks. "Theodore Asa Pickens," I spoke bluntly. I understand what occurred to people when they announced Fae their name, but I didn't desire my name.