Dryad

Visit

It must have been a week or two, no more than that, when we were honored with a visit. I was surprised when I found out that Pavel came to see us and that he was looking for me. I cheered up at the sound of his voice and met him in the hallway because I couldn't sit still like a normal person:

-I expect to find her in her room when I send you back home.-Vadim warned him:

-I know that my father is...

-Unbearable, ready for all kinds of crap and not ashamed to say anything. He would quarrel with the king himself.

-I won't stay long. I just came to check on her.

-We had pets before. Most of them die of old age. They rarely ever run away. Those who came in peace and were obedient had the privilege of living for a long time without trouble, and more than well.-he informed him and left him alone with me with all the distrust.

I took the child with me into the room to show him where I usually sleep and what blanket I use, and he was indescribably amazed by the space as if he had never left his house in his life. A room that fits a normal bed and a table and a bookcase and pots of plants and more than one person? It is inconceivable:

-Father wanted to check how you were, but he couldn't come himself. We just wanted to make sure you were okay here.-why does it sound like he was hoping to run into a bad situation? Maybe then he would have a reason to take me away from here or help me escape:

-He sent you this. He found them in the lake himself.-he took out a few shells from his bag and gave them to me:

-I was hoping you could stop by sometime... if you're going to be close by. Father would love to see you. Which I can't say for many people. And it's strange that I have to talk to myself. At least father complains about something.-that's fine, my father couldn't do that either. It was a privilege to hear his voice because he spoke to me so rarely.

I would have told him something, I wanted to tell him so much, but I could only point and hope that he would understand. He doesn't have to worry too much about me. I've always managed on my own:

-Come at least for a walk through the forest. Maybe my father will talk again instead of complaining all the time. Sometimes that's nice to hear for a change, too. He never mentions my mother no matter how many times I ask him to. I don't even know her name.-for a moment I heard sorrow in his voice, but I understood where it was coming from. All I have left of my mother is her name. Some said she left, some said she died, no one could agree exactly on what she looked like. Only father never said a word about her, but he looked at me as if he was looking for her. Nothing on me belonged to me, everything was for her.

I could only offer him a hug and a pat on the back and some flowers that I managed to create around my hands. People are always impressed by how plants grow out of me, and it takes them so long to conclude that one human can't do it:

-I don't want to alarm you, but you are full of leaves.-he said worriedly and took my hands, which were surrounded by ivy and bramble.

I created flowers in my palms and gave him to take, and he couldn't understand how I did it:

-Father didn't say you can do it. But Vadim says you're a dryad, I guess that's normal for you. Even elves can't create and grow plants that fast. Father is not very enthusiastic about flowers, but I think he will keep yours.-and he better keep them. This was created and gifted with love. And some pity.