The evening was cool. A soft breeze played through the trees, their voices murmuring gently along the wind above Effie's head, chattering away as they always did in their mysterious tree language that she never quite understood. Though they sounded especially bubbly this night, whispering and prattling on near to her ear as if they were talking about her; gossiping happily about the fact that she and the prince were now walking through the wood together side-by-side, on the way to the cabin. And why shouldn't they be delighted? Hadn't the forest been the one that pushed Effie and Reign to find each other in the first place?