Generations/Inspect the glade to the east

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You head east, and enter a wide glade, where the trees form a loose circle around the tall, yellow grass that grows here. Above you the sun shines generously, bathing you in warmth. Far up ahead you see a deer browsing the forest floor, but it must not have noticed you yet. A butterfly is also present, fluttering happily around you in an innocent dance. The wings are orange in the sunlight, and it flies close to your face, forcing you to look at it.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the fairy squirts a big cloud of green dust that clouds your vision and fills the nostrils. Your face burns with a strange, tickling sensation, and the giggle you heard from earlier returns; a high-pitched, childish giggle that vibrates with cruelty. You open your eyes, and while the vision is blurred and throbbing, you see that the butterfly has been replaced by a small, winged woman no bigger than your hand. An orange fairy with green, shoulder-long hair.

"Look at me, human!" the fairy chirps, looping in front of you. "Am I not beautiful? I am Xila, queen of this forest and mistress of the arcane!"

The tickling sensation spreads to your nose, forcing you to sneeze. It seems to have dulled your senses somewhat, because every move feels sort of sluggish and cumbersome. Xila laughs:

"Yes, the pixie dust I cast on you is spiked with sorcery. I was outcast from my own kind because I did not share their love for mortal beings. Trees, plants and flowers are my kin - and I could care less for the humans and animals which would seek to hurt them."

She does another loop, almost too quick for the eye to see, before continuing: "But I am not cruel! The magic I put in my dust is harmless, and I am not here to kill you. Indeed, I want you to play for my amusement. And if you do, I will even help you out of these woods. Look at yourself, and you'll find that you have become invisible through the strength of my magic!"

Raising your hands, you are surprised to see that she is right. They have become transparent, and only through your senses can you detect their vague countenance. Xila flies to your shoulder, and grabs you by the ear. Her voice grows forebodingly dark:

"Look over yonder, human. Can you see that deer? I want you to sneak upon it in your invisible state; then forcefully fuck it while I watch. Fill it with your manly seed, and I shall tell you how to get out of the forest."


What do you do?

Chosen - Generation: One
Time Passed: 0y 0m 2d
Abilities Equipment Mate(s) Children
Name Jaedyn Farmer Divine Spark Sickle None None
Age 14y 3m 17d
Gender Male
Race Human
Social Class Serf
Attributes
Body Superb (7)
Mind Average (5)
Spirit Average (5)