You walk through the dense undergrowth, pushing aside scratchy gorse and waving away the first few bugs of spring... Then, you spot it. a small clearing, a flower filled meadow blinks into existence around the next tree. You catch a sweet scent on the breeze. You hear the gentle humming of the bees busy at their work, lazily buzzing in the golden morning light.
Then, as you pan across the clearing, you spot her. She rises up silently from next to the chattering spring, lithe as a ballet dancer. The flowers bow as she steps lightly past them, her subjects dancing about her head like a moving halo.
You have found her, Titania, Queen of the Fairies. She acknowledges your presence with a slight nod, then seemingly looks past you with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.