Nature

"Look at the view! It's perfect!" Claire said, beaming. "Too perfect," Henry whispered, kissing her hair and taking her hand to lead her on. "Okay, that's enough!" she said, pulling away. "Every single place I choose for our picnic is TOO ideal, TOO wonderful, TOO amazing! Where do you want us to eat - in our car in the parking lot?" "Sssshhhh," he said, taking her in his arms. "Forgive me. I should be more careful. Your nature sparks in these places; you will always find rings and mounds and cobholds - every place both impossibly beautiful and dangerous.." "Wait ... what?" Claire whispered, trying to think. "But I cannot lose you," Henry whispered back, holding her tightly. "Not again." She allowed herself to be held, wondering why she couldn't make sense of what he was saying, and the Faerie King wondered how much longer his illusion of the mortal world would hold.