The faerie circle

The stone circle seemed as lush as it has ever been. The gray menhirs with the vast horizon of multicoloured flowers really ties together this beautiful vista. Easme sat on a nearby stone, admiring the view. She seemed to be the only fairy around, though something about that didn't ring true. Perhaps she is less private than most. Either way, Hopkins couldn't help but feel as if she gave off a threatening aura towards him, no matter how nice her outward appearance was.

"Oh hello Hopkins. I hope you are doing well," she smiled sweetly, "do you need anything of me?"