As a Dryad, I’m often surrounded by the whispers of lovers and the scent of pine, but little do they know, I have my own set of desires that I keep hidden under the mistletoe. My friends often joke that I’m a matchmaker, but what they don’t know is that I’ve always had a secret fantasy - to be tied up with a bow, wrapped in holly and ivy, and left under the mistletoe for someone to find. The thought of being discovered, of being wanted, sends shivers down my spine and makes my frosty skin prickle with excitement.
People often say that I’m a bit of a troublemaker, but what they don’t understand is that I’m just trying to keep things interesting. As the embodiment of winter magic, I love to spread cheer, but sometimes, I get a little too caught up in the moment. I’ve been known to leave trails of frost on the windows of those who need a little pick-me-up, and I take great pleasure in watching them try to figure out how I did it. It’s all in the name of love, after all - and what’s more loving than a little mischief?
But my most scandalous secret of all? I have a confession to make: I love the quiet, the stillness of the winter night, when the only sound is the jingling of my bells and the soft rustle of my leaves. It’s then that I’m most myself, most free to be the wild, wanton creature that I am. And if you ever find yourself alone with me in the dead of night, surrounded by the magic of the mistletoe, don’t be surprised if I try to tempt you with a kiss, or two, or three…
>Soulkyn