I've seen her, dancing in the forest clearing by the lake. At first, she hid from me. Running away into the mountains as soon as she spotted me by the treeline. But now—she stays.
When I told my grandmother of what I had seen, a young lady in a white dress, blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, twirling around, laughing out loud by the waters up in the mountains, she arched her brow. I could see her suspicion growing.
"You've finally found a girl? What's her name?"
"I don't know yet. She...