Her voice, so tiny and cute, squeaks out in reply to Namira’s recognition of her spriteliness and with an overjoyed smile she begins to lead the way further through the wood.

They travel along for a moment before the child speaks again and a giggle is given in return before Namira responds with her words. ”Midna may call me Namira – the forest nymph.” she beams at her title as they move through a path of blotched sunlight, the warm tones lighting up her fiery pelage brilliantly. It is true that one may believe her to truly be a woodland nymph if they were to meet Namira; she was perhaps more connected to these trees and this land more than most. ”We are a rarity, forest sprite Midna. So you must keep this between us both or else others will try to take us away.” she voices in a calm manner as she delves deeper into this realm of fantasy that she has conjured up.

There is some part of the girl that believes what she is telling Midna to be true, for she is spiritually conjoined with the energy of the forest, and she will revel in this new reality for as long as she can.

Beautiful head tips back toward the ruddy child as she keeps her pace slow so that the wavering movement of her counterpart can keep up. Her voice rings out again between them both as she explains further. ”I can show you many things – the magic of the forest is all around us – you must open your spiritual eye.” a knowing smile is sent to the girl after she had finished. Yes, Midna can be her student if she will agree to it. Namira can teach her of the world that not so many see.

They continue upon their way through the forest as Namira passively leads the way toward a secret spot that she had been coming to for years. A grove of willow trees suddenly appear and with an encouraging glance behind her, the sun-kissed girl parts the branches to enter. Sunlight flows in strange waves upon the ground as it is filtered through the thin branches of the trees and as they venture deeper into the heart of the grove a large, broken boulder comes into view. Her tail waves joyfully as she turns back to look at Midna once more, ensuring that she has followed Namira’s lead, before speaking. ”This is my cavern of crystals, home of the fay.” a delighted giggle accentuates the words as she ducks quietly into the dimly lit cave.

She does not need to go far, only enough so that the light of the outside is barely seen, but once they are down deep enough the mystifying effect of the chasm displays itself. She motions for Midna to keep silent as she points her nose upward and resting above are nearly a hundred resting butterflies, protected by the white crystals that jut from the ceiling. A smile so wide spreads itself across her muzzle as she looks down to the girl to see her reaction. ”Watch this...” she whispers with a grin before looking back up to the creatures and puffing a gust of breath toward them. In a wild display of beauty, they flutter off and around the girls before disappearing deeper into the darkness to find another roost. ”Those are the fay! They rest in here until the sun is gone.” she explains happily as she wonders exactly what this Midna thought of it all.