Closed Starter (for ask-the-teacup-faun aka lovely #2)
An oddly short teenage boy ran through the forest quickly, his glasses barely hanging off the bridge of his nose and the turquoise ends of his hair blowing in the wind. His heart sped up as he nearly bashed into a tree and a squirrel threw a nut at him- he simply stuck his tongue out at it, per usual. This forest was different from his own forest. While this one was filled with nature and trees, his forest was a library of knowledge. Yet there were no books.









