He had never been the kind to stray out of his measly amount of territory; for all that was around him had sustained him for a thousand years, and why change this uncomplicated fact into something as convoluted as the senior trees’ roots?
She, on the other hand, was a young, free damsel, who could not bear to even think of being trapped somewhere; no matter how large the area in which she was able to fly. For the vast skies above her provided for her all the joy and love she had ever known, and she could imagine nothing different.
He was one with the earth; an anomaly who had refused to be a faun nor a dryad. Maddened by the young nature spirit’s incessant quarreling with the rest of the spirits about his condition, the elders permitted him to be one of the few nymphs who had been grudgingly permitted to be of the sex that was opposite to a typical sprite’s.
She was a dutiful minor of her massive flock, who obediently followed the undeclared yet prevalent leader, a mammoth-sized beast with a sinisterly crooked face that gave him the appearance of some ghastly creature that haunted the dreams of any fledgling that saw his terrible face. Though with a few dubious thoughts about her commander, she had never dreamed of mutinying against of one with such power.
It would be almost preposterous, I would think, to the reader that these two would be handed the chance to meet. To bond.
And certainly it would be far too fanciful an image for the pair to fall in love.