The open fields stretched before her, tall grass swaying gently in the cool breeze.

Elynara moved with a spring in her step, her basket already half-filled with the herbs the request asked for. And she owed much of that success to the little green fuzzball flitting around her like an overexcited puppy.

The sprite seemed to take to the task with genuine enthusiasm, darting from patch to patch and buzzing happily whenever it found what she was looking for.

It even did a little twirl each time she plucked a batch of herbs, as if to say, ‘Look how good I am!’