>Try landing among the trees below us, and creep a bit closer; see if we can get a better look from that angle.
>You descend down into the trees. It is a some difficult process, as the branches are angled upwards against you. But you've put in a lot of practice today, and manage to slip through without hurting yourself or tearing your clothing. The forest floor is about as thick here as it is anywhere else, but you don't have to go nearly as far.
>You creep a bit closer, and see that your original instinct was correct. It's a dance party, enough to put every 80's movie you've seen to shame. Dozens, maybe hundreds of faeries twirling and shaking and prancing and in general having a
big time. None of them seem to be doing the same dance to the music, you think you even see one nearby doing the cabbage patch. In the distance, you see three women hovering over the fray, too tall and wingless to be faeries, providing the music.
>Another figure catches your eye, as well. She too is too tall and wingless to be be a faerie, standing head, shoulders, and a bit more over the other dancers. Clad in a sun dress splashed with every color of the rainbow and a few more on top, she looks like some sort of madwoman from a play. But you recognize her. You know that short brown hair, that face, and that fedora anywhere.
>_
