Time was flying by, flying by fast for Emerald Mist as he sat calmly on a rock hidden by some low branches of a jungle tree. He was waiting. For what? Only time would tell. He wanted to pounce out and surprise anything that happened to pass by him. He felt he was hidden fairly well. His green upon the tree's green seemed to blend in quite well, if he didn't say so himself!
It had been forever since he was able to frighten someone with joy. Joy of being in his presents, and joy of being his subject of play. Of course, that didn't always work out the way he planned. Half the ulaya he jumped out on yelped and screamed at him for scaring them! Can't they see the fun in it all? Silly ulaya! He'd teach them.
He'd show the world how it was suppose to be, one way or another. He wanted to see everyone laugh, and everyone play. Even if it wasn't like the ulaya to do so. But one step at a time, really.
