Wandering the western woods at night has been warned against your whole life. One night however you found yourself tempted to see how spooky it is. You wandered a path you'd traveled many times, and though some of it looked strange there were many familiar landmarks. As you ventured deeper though they seemed to appear in the wrong order. You were certain that the Oak tree being strangled by Ivy came after the split pine, and that where the paths crossed in a big circle of mud came between them not after both.
Completely turned around, as if the trees themselves were shifting, you stumble upon a small grove well lit by the moon light. Gorgeous flowers of various colors and cute mushrooms just as myriad dot the area. One lone sapling tree stands amongst them swaying in the breeze.
A breeze that seems to touch it alone. You realize there is no breeze, that tree is moving. That can't be you assure yourself, and move forward to see if your skin can find this mysterious gust.
"Another flower enters the grove" says the lithe entity.
Branches like those of the weeping willow imitate long flowing hair, twisted knots lump their chest in a way just a little too askew to be taken for breast, and strange markings almost like lettered tattoos cover their bark skin.
"Come closer, you must be lost. Those trees dancing around must have gotten you all jumbled."
"Who are you? What is your name strange creature?" you demand, before considering approaching.
They bring on of her three branches in front bent like an elbow in the middle. Tips of it resting on the supple lips you are just now noticing.
"Hmmm, a name. I don't think I've ever had one of those. We don't really use them around here. We do use scent, would you like to introduce yourself properly? If you can't smell me from there, you would have to come to me as I don't really move like you."
Their immobility does immediately drop her down the threat scale. You ponder for a moment, and figure you'll likely never get a chance like this again. Cautiously you walk forward.
"Please be careful not to step on my friends." they say.
You now watch the ground careful to avoid stepping on any flowers or mushrooms, and just in case watching for mushroom circles. Meanwhile the entity has gone back to swaying. It is somewhat entrancing this slow continuous dance illuminated by moonlight.
You finally get close, and they stop swaying again.
"Can you smell me yet?"
You inhale through your nose, but there is no distinct scent. Though the flowers in the grove do grant the air a pleasant aroma. You shake your head.
"Well then... I suppose... you could get a little closer..."
The entity seems to bow its head slightly while looking off to the side. One branch angled across the knots on its chest. the other two know bent in and down accenting a flower about crotch height.
"Are you sure?" you ask somewhat embarrassed on their behalf
"Introductions are what humans do when they meet right?"
"Generally"
