After a long chase through the woods you finally come to the edge of a cliff and the little fox pooka you've been chasing stops and grins. He puts his forefinger to his lips,'Shhhh' He crouches down and with a playful grin taps the knoll in front of him and a door opens... behind him a placid and serene Dryad peeks out at you with curiosity. You look back to the door and small eyes glow out, gazing at you. A small hand reaches out and the pooka disappears inside the knoll... the Dryad sinks back into her tree with a laugh that sounds like rustling leaves. The door is still open... will you dare follow? This was a commisioned piece created with Prisma Color colored pencils and ink outlining.