Through the woods. 

~Aynea and the Princess~

"When are we going to have this conversation?"

The princess suddenly stopped, her arms folded on her chest. She pushed a lump down her throat as Aynea, who had been leading the way, was forced to halt and spun in her direction, walking back to her to match the position. 

"For the past few weeks, you keep repeating the same thing with no precision."

She paused and pursed her lips, then let go,

"Being a Dryad doesn't mean that I can read your thoughts. You should come out clearly and not assume that I have a faintest idea of what you're talking about."...