Sunlight warmed her skin, lulling her body into a relaxation that deepened her sleep. Sunbeams danced on her, moving towards her face and when one finally hit her eyes, she stirred. A small, not-yet-awake groan escaped her lips. Her loose-fitting garments spread out across the top of the mushroom just like her hair and wings. Tipped ears poked up from under her shimmering locks, freckles speckling her face, flowers crowning her head.
She slept freely, anywhere she pleased in the forest, in a delightful world safe from all harm.
As she started with the sunlight, the unsuspecting creature beneath was stirred by the fairy's movements.
By the time the fairy was done rubbing the sleep from her eyes, a small vine hovered a few feet away from her face, as if looking at her from over the edge of the mushroom cap.
"Oh hello," she mumbled as the sight before her came into focus. She was always encountering all sorts of creatures in a forest like this, "I hope you don't mind that I slept here, and if you do, I'm terribly sorry and I wouldn't do it again!"
The vine was bulbous at the end, in a way that could be taken for a head. It tilted just so, and the fairy understood that she had done no harm. She pushed herself up, her wings unfurling as she stretched all her limbs out to take in a delicious morning rays. When she was done, she looked at the vine again. Her eyes traced the vine's length down, to where it disappeared under the cap of the mushroom she had chosen for her bed.
Curiosity overcame her, and she crawled towards the end of the cap, peaking her head down below to follow the vine underneath. It connected at the base of the shaft of the mushroom. There were a few more bulbous heads below, and while they were still, they were not motionless, and they seemed to be looking up at her.
"Fascinating," she muttered, lifting her head back up, sitting cross legged and setting the vine that had ventured up here with a studious look. It was shiny and shimmery in the sunlight, and as she sat still, it began to come closer.
The fairy stretched her hand out to it but didn't move close enough to touch it, wanting to gain its trust with the offering. She patiently waited for the vine to make the first move. Slowly it came close until it nudged her finger gently before nuzzling into the top her hand. It had a soft feeling to it, and it was coated in something.
When she giggled at the feel of it on her skin, it pulled back suddenly, "Sorry, it tickles," she said, not really knowing why she was talking to a vine, attached to a mushroom. Maybe because it felt sentient. Maybe even if it didn't know what she was saying, it could get a sense of how she was feeling through her tone and body language.