Willow trees, toadstool rings, and old oaks all have one thing in common: Faerie folk. The legend of it goes back to the beginnings of Eem and the waking of the Faerie folk beneath a blanket of winking stars. But the truth of it has far more to do with what these types of folks find aesthetically pleasing.
Faerie folk love to watch the world grow: trees, flowers, people, friendships, etc. There is a sort of chaotic design to the nature of growth that they adore, whether it’s the wild curling of oak roots, the sprouting of mushroom caps where none grew the day before, or the weepy dance of willows in the autumn wind.
Human folk stumble across toadstool rings and pay little mind to how they came to be in a single night. To the eyes of man and woman, nature is purely random, but to Faerie folk nature is a slow-moving, carefully collected and selected wonder that they find astoundingly beautiful. For this reason, above all others, faerie folk are allured by the bending, looping, curling, drooping, springing, sprawling, twigging, tapping, weeping, whistling, and wonderful majesty of creation.