The tree was a tall one, though in a forest full of trees that usually grew to be about 80 feet tall, that wasn’t extraordinary. The fact the tree was wide enough to fit a shire horse inside was. Hanging from the branches were several wind chimes, some clumsily made from shells, some crafted from the most beautiful glass beads, others were made from strips of metal. Connecting the tree to the surrounding ones were garlands of purple and pink and yellow flowers woven by skilled hands.

A green door sat at the base of the tree, covering an opening carved into the wood. Inside was a single room. Pressed up against the wall, opposite the door and underneath a carved out window, was a simple platform bed, made of oak wood with a mattress stuffed with sheep wool and a quilt made out of colorful squares stitched together. Spread out across the center of the room was a mossy green rug. Positioned at an angle, there was a large chest of drawers tucked into the right side of the small home. Vases and other glass pieces were spread out over the top, along with a small collection of handmade bead necklaces. Plates and cups were stacked on a shelf that hung beside the door.

In the small clearing outside the tree house, there was a place where a fire was clearly meant to be lit. Lying on a small log was a pan flute, there was also a small satchel of herbs leaning against it. To the west of the clearing, there was a small garden filled with carrots and potatoes, along with an apple tree. The sound of a running stream not far away meant that there was both a source of water and a source of fish for the owner of the home.