The faerie circle

The faerie circle is somewhat infamous amongst the races that live nearby, both goblin and human; it is the only spot outside of the dark woods where it is possible to find a fairy, though they generally prefer to show themselves to goblins rather than any other race, and even then it is rarely. One must always talk respectfully to a fairy, for they can be very malicious if insulted. It is not uncommon to hear the tales of a fairy spoiling milk, causing a goat or horse to go murderously mad, or even turning children to stone. Of these tall tales the last one is most likely true, as goblins, being the only race to enter the dark woods in any regularity, will often find small stones with hands and faces stretching outwards on their surface, as if the person inside was frozen in an egg of rock. The magick of a fairy is not to be trifled with.

The meadow that the circle sat on was by far the most fertile in the land. The grass was dazzlingly green, peppered liberaly with flowers of all kinds and colours, and it was long and thick enough that a goblin could easily hide inside in. Insects of all kinds made this meadow their home; the bees especially were known to be extra productive here. Despite this fertility, none of the races have laid claim to this patch of land, and most likely never will, most definitely due to the protective power of the fairies.

The stone circle has a roughly five hundred feet diameter, the circumference marked by menhirs. The stone menhirs are mostly intact, though one or two have been toppled or broken. They are slightly warm to the touch, but whether it is because of the sun or some magical means is unknown. As Hopkins lifted his hand from the rocks surface, he heard a high squeaky voice from above him.

"Hey, what'cha think you're doing bub?"

He jumped back in surprise. "Nothing, nothing! I doing nothing!"

The fairy dropped herself on top of his hair. She was heavier than she looks. "Yeah, you better be."

Her wings fluttered vigorously as she lifted off again, hovering in front of him. She's about the size of a dinner plate, thin and spindly with long narrow legs and arms connected to a compact torso. She was wearing a green veil that hid nothing; she was surprisingly hairy, though only in the usual places, otherwise her skin was ivory smooth. The fairy noticed him ogling, and swished her flowing hair back. The hair was silver, but seemed to change to all colours of the rainbow as the light was reflected off it.

"Hey, goblin, fancy a shag?"