As he spoke..the fae's hand was still resting beside his face...silvery eyes darting from him to her own skin...quite extraordinary. Finally, after he had finished she let her hand fall back to her side, gracefully. Her pale lips were tugged up into a gentle smile as she spoke, melody filling the forest...Tree...spirt. Interesting...I don't believe I've seen one of your kind, and I have seen many. I suppose then you know what I am..." She stopped speaking at this and took both of his hands pressing them fingertips against fingertips and palm against palm. Then, she closed her eyes as her silvery wings grew back upon her...and slowly they began to rise off the ground. She opened her eyes as the breeze added to their raising. When they stopped a few inches from the ground she spoke...A fairy of course. She knew that since he was a tree spirit, her touch would do the same to him as it did other trees...but of course, this was a different story...