[center][sub]{Nonsence, its perfect :) [@KahleenCuthald]}[/sub][/center]

	Sara had selected her camping spot carefully. It was deep enough in the part of the park that was an animal reserve and where humans didn't venture, unless they were part of the staff. And Sara knew how to avoid them. She'd put up a tent though she didn't really need any of her camping gear. It was more for pretense, a front for her colleagues and in case someone did stumble upon her camping sight. As a vila, she was one with the forest and any leaving creature of the forest. They would not attack her. Not even the predators. They wouldn't dare. She was far more powerful than they could ever be. Of course, she would never harm them. They were all her brothers and sisters in a way. And the trees. The trees were life! She needed their presence and their energy. Not to take. But to share, to merge.

	Sara shrugged off her sweater and tank top in one movement, remaining only in her boots, pants and bra. An ethereal looking tattoo adorned her whole back. The three-tier dreamcatcher appeared to be suspended on something within the roots of the hair on her nape. Its three rings decreasing in diameter the closer they came to her lower back stood dead center on either side of Sara's spine. The delicate spiderwebs filling the circumference of the rings looked almost real, almost as if you were to touch them, theywould spring up or down depending on the pressure exerted. Falcon feathers were suspended here and there on strings, hanging from the three rings. The tattoo seemed so lifelike. And then as if actually coming to life it began to move and shift with the unleashing of Sara's true samovila form. Her wings emerged at such a speed as if they were never hidden but were always there in the open for every lining creature to admire. Sara shook them out with a soft sigh. She couldn't risk spreading them and actually taking flight. Phelam park might be the biggest park in New York, but it was still a city park. And Nik only risked flying in secluded wild forests.

	She started to walk slowly between the trees, gently grazing the tips of her fingers over their rough barks. Her breath hitched at the first transfer of energy. Hers to the trees and vice versa. Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared in pleasure. Nik continued walking slowly among the trees giving energy and taking it in. This continued for half an hour or so when a sudden feeling in her wrist distracted her from her tending to the trees. She looked at it annoyed at the offending sensation. It was like a soft throbbing that was dissonant with her heartbeat. Which is why it was so distracting. She inspected the mystical tattoo she'd woken up with one morning. Sara was still researching what it could be all about. She knew she hadn't had it done, because she was very responsible with the ink she got. Every one of her tattoos was well planned, researched and deeply personal. This... this name, stamped on her wrist was not of her doing. And now it was pulsing and glowing ever so slightly and there was a light burning sensation to boot.

	Nik clenched her hand in a fist in an effort to chase away the sensation and tried to reestablish her connection with the trees. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, spread out her arms, her wings trembled and Sara began to sing. A wave of energy began transmitting in waves in every direction touching all living things. Trees, animals, critters. Any and all were touched by the song of the samovila!