But she did understand the sunlit roof, the twilight halls, the patterned floor of the forest.
Blossoms drifting down, fleeing shadows, voices of wind and water, and all murmurous elfin life spoke to her.

They spoke the language of her land; when she stepped out of the door into the air and faced the portals of her world, they called to her to come.

Lithe and slight and light of foot, she answered to their piping.

The orchard through which she ran was fair with its rosy trees, like gayly dressed curtsying dames; the slow, clear creek that held the double of the sky enticed, but she passed it by.

Straight as an arrow she pierced to the heart of the wood that lay to the north.