Dryad Boyfriend: Baye (special preview)

It goes quiet after a while, and you don’t fall asleep until late into the night, or perhaps the early morning. When you wake, there is a gentle breeze on your face and the scent of fresh morning air wafting through the cabin. You sit up and rub your eyes, grumbling about the draft. You then see that the window is open, vines have grown in and are holding the window open while growing all along the walls and even onto the floor. You peek outside, only noticing the vines growing from somewhere out in the woods. As you get close, the vines blossom with small purple flowers. A sweet scent fills the small cabin and as much as you want to enjoy the aroma, you still feel anxious.

Whatever was at your window last night would most likely come back again, and now, you can’t even close your window.You try to pry up the vines, but they won’t budge. Whatever is holding them to the walls is better than superglue. 

That night you sit up in bed, watching the window for whatever was going to come back. You didn’t have much in means of protection save for a rusted old axe from the shed out back. You notice the wines begin to move and they slip out the window slowly. Then there is a hand that comes up and closes the window.

You stare in shock, wondering why they would go through the trouble of opening the window only to close it back. Then there is a knock at the door.

You scream from reflex and quickly cup your hand over your mouth.

“Let me in,” they sing again with a deep baritone. “I truly don’t mean to frighten you. I was hoping the flowers would be a sign of that.”

You step off the bed and brandish the axe before you. “Who goes there?” Your voice cracks in the least intimidating way possible. There’s no way they’d be threatened of you now.

They laugh softly. “A neighbor.”

“This is a cabin in the woods!” You snap at the door. “There are no neighbors.”

“None that your used to.” They knock on the door again. “Come out and I will introduce myself properly.”

You swallow down your heart which as leapt into your throat. “You do realize how creep that sounds right?”

“I promise, I am no stranger with candy,” they chuckle. “I want to make friends with the cute, plump lady in the cabin.”

You flinch while your cheeks start to grow rosy and warm. “Fah-flattery won’t make this any better!” You bark.