Something big was going to happen. Acorn could feel it in his wings. It was the type of feeling that makes one shiver and itch. An itch that can't be reached that drives one crazy trying to find some way to scratch it. The problem was that it couldn't be scratched with rubbing up on a tree or even using a branch.
Now Acorn is an easy going type of Fae and loves living in his woods. He is familiar with all the creatures... from the buggle beetle to the bushy tail squirrels and even a tree frog or two. Of course he knows that he has a reputation of having a kinda of impish personality, but can he help it if others take his "I am thinking" look to mean something more?
"I wonder if what I am looking for is at the caves?" muses Acorn. "I think I will head that way..."