Talk:Dryad/@comment-27013779-20160303153733

You have a chaildhood friend who lived down the street and you two often hung out and played together. However, your friend was a Dryad, one who lived in the set of trees next to your house in a surberban area. So going and doing things proved quite difficult. So, everyday, you'd bring things to keep you two entertained and most especially, make her feel better about not leaving the containment of her tree.

Years later, as you are leaving part time job to go see her, you are struck by a car and sent to the hospital. You are put under sedation and both your legs and chest have been no less crushed. Blatantly speaking, you are close to death, and don't even know it.

Next thing you know, you wake up in the wilderness bound by ropey vines and stuck inside a familiar tree. Your childhood friend appears and begins to cry as she explains that she made you her husband so that you wouldn't die, and fused you to the tree with her. She's crying because she feels that you wouldn't have wanted such a fate as she has had, stuck in a tree all by your lonesome, much more even sure that she wasn't your intended and ideal person you'd want to marry.

What Do You Do?

-Carthois