There have been a lot of strange things in the forest lately. This one is just passing through, though.

The woods are dark and deep, and lovely enough for some; it's the glittering, fascinating Observation Window that's drawn this new wanderer, though.

Or, to put it less poetically:

There's a slight figure kneeling on a table by the Observation Window with her nose pressed to the glass, utterly entranced. She's even forgotten to put her wings away.

It's so shiny.