Despite having a notorious craving for novelty, faeries will still find themselves repeatedly drawn to a certain type of game. For some, this means risking life and limb to catch glimpses of the most elusive and dangerous creatures in the faerie lands. For others, excitement is only found through engaging demons in battle at the border territory, changing their targets and attack patterns to sustain the thrill. But for Celeste, the only worthwhile pursuit was chasing spectacular romantic experiences. Getting a kiss from a shy siren, watching the full golden moon rise over the Yenith Peaks, or dancing under the blushbloom trees in spring were all diversions that brought her seemingly boundless joy. But this changed after one fateful encounter with a handsome dryad. She had been wading in a stream when he emerged from the trees and came to drink from the water. His haughty demeanor, princely posture, and aura of incredible power completely enchanted her. He didn't acknowledge her at all during the brief meeting, but that didn't matter. Nothing could stop the spark of obsession that he had unwittingly alighted in her. From that moment on, all other interests were abandoned, and the only game that interested Celeste now was finding a way to stay by his side.