Excerpt: Anarillian Tales, Vol II

There! Ahead, through the trees. The freak hung in the air somehow. Pietr crept forward quietly, eyes on the semi-transparent form ahead. He could see more of it now, all pale blue and glowing. The thing hovered by one of those stupendously huge trees, the kind the freaks claimed as sacred. Sacred! Just because the things could talk. And because they lived forever. His daddy chopped them down, those big, supposedly sacred trees, and they made fine furniture. Sacred, hah!
Then Pietr slowed and stopped, frozen in almost awe. The freak turned towards him, glowing, ethereal... beautiful.
“What are you?” he breathed, watching the delicate, semi-transparent features drift closer. “You're beautiful.”
*Sylfen*, the creature replied, suddenly much closer. *I thank you.*