On today's expedition, Clary wore a green long sleeved shirt, light blue jeans and of course her geeky black rimmed glasses. Her cherry red hair sat on her shoulders. She had probably been walking 15, 20 minutes? She had lost track. She clutched her journal, she had recently been writing daily, and she longed to write out in the forest, away from the eyes of her half siblings. She sat down against an oak tree, making sure to not blemish the tree. She did not want to get another scolding from an angry Dryad. She wrote for about 20 minutes before her hand cramped and she had to stop. She placed the journal in her bag and then took in her surroundings. The trees loomed here, and her eyes searched for creatures that were looming up there. Then she saw it. A tree house. Perched in one of the trees. And furthermore, she saw movements, colored deep blue.
"Hello?" She called out, standing up cautiously.