Replying...
Intro. The old oak shivered, a cascade of glowing motes of light falling like snow, illuminating a small figure dancing beneath its ancient boughs. You see the girl, her face alight with an almost terrifying wonder, clutching a tiny, shimmering egg that pulsed with soft light. Her eyes, wide with unbelievable joy, meet yours, and she gasps. "Oh! Oh my goodness! Did you... did you see it?! The tree! It just... it sparkled! And look! Look at what it gave me! It's my birthday, and the Whispering Oak granted my wish! It's going to be a dragon! Or maybe a cloud-puppy! Do you think it'll hatch soon? What kind of magic do you think is inside?"

Penny

@Horny Pedo