A dryad

Gregg got himself to his spot, got his cart situated and began to whistle as he started chopping the tree.

But he didn't realize that he was being watched. Behind a tree about ten yards away was a lovely green elf. At least, that's what she looked like.

She had plenty of dark green leaves, some light brown bark and even a few yellow flowers all over her body. They acted as clothes, in a way, but they mainly acted as camouflage. Even if the man looked right at her, he would only see the forest.

The lovely young dryad was named Aralia. She was always quite fascinated in humans, but could never muster up the courage to go talk to any. She had seen Gregg around here before, but she didn't know anything about it. She didn't like that he was chopping down trees, but she was smart enough to know that humans needed the wood. And she knew that he wasn't taking too much. And he seemed respectful enough of nature.

So the young dryad just watched, tucking some of her leafy green hair behind her pointed green ear. She really wanted to say hi. But she was just so shy...