Calling

Ophelia would be gently gliding and flitting through the woods in the early morning just as dawn is lighting the horizion. She had planned on checking on the sproutlings. She had recently picked up a new hobby after a few months of studying and after many trials of error, she had started growing her first Shooting Starfruit variant, Glowing Starfruit, genetically engineered to produce bittersweet kiwi and banana flavor fruit. it had a smaller harvest window and even smaller survival window because of their attribute to glow as darkness approached, as if it was soaking up the heat and light of the last moments of twilight. Her mind preoccupied with the chatter of her tasks she thought to go over through the day. Ophelia reached her small garden nursery of her new facination, herbology and alchemical crafting from said plants she would grow. 

After her gentle and silent landing, the glowfruit illuminated the bush near by, her three other trees had not produced, but this one, it had one fruit and a smaller fruitling budding from its flower! She had 4 more fruits but they sadly did not make it past the wildlife growing curious of the fruit themselves. she pulled the makeshift dome cover off to inspect the branches, leaves and fruit. After attaching bells to scare off beasties, the tree seemed unharmed. Almost imperceptivley the forest seemed to quiet and Ophelias ears twitched as a few moments past and a sound rose up in the distance, a call? maybe a song? alluring and foriegn, but almost as if it knew ophelia better than she knew herself. Quite impressive she would agree with if not for her mind so engrossed in the call but just as fast as it came, it had gone.