La Belle Dame sans Merci

She frowns, and asks the trees to let him down. Something mopre nags at her. Yes, among the smallest ones in her care was a boy. Quiet. He understood the plants the way she used to before the Change. He had a gift. She was saddened to know it would likely be wasted. when she takes a step forward, her pale green hand can be seen clearly under the light of the full moon. One perfectly manicured finger with a sharp nail lifts his chin up.