Jenna
Jenna flitted through the greenhouse, being careful not to let herself be seen by anyone who might think she was spying on them. It was times like this when she was glad she was a green sunangel rather than one of the more brightly coloured hummingbird species, it made it much easier to creep around unnoticed.
The sharp snip of sheers sounded from up ahead. She landed on one of the nearby branches, settling in so that she could see properly.
A woman with long blonde hair leaned into a plant she recognised as belonging to one of the other dryads, sheers in her hand. Without being able to see the woman"s face, Jenna wasn"t able to identify her so had no idea what kind of paranormal she might be. Even if she could see the woman"s face, she"d only know that for sure if she worked at t
