She was small but sturdy, this creature of the deep forest shadows and mossy glades. She was often sensed more than seen and only by those who sat quietly in open contemplation of the serenity to be found away from the hustle of modern life. Life, for her, was simple and rich. Thousands of pine needles and decaying leaves from seasons past muffled the forest floor, while minerals and nutrients swirled and danced in the river among the rocks; her world was magnificent and ever changing. She found it all quite delightful.