You dried off the best you could. The ground here was not soaked, but the trees seemed to get plenty of water. You guessed that it was magic and you let it slide. A movement in the branches above made your head turn. Blue eyes, bright and wide, stared, almost glared, at you. The cretures hopped down out of the tree.
"What are you doing here?" she asked calmly as she flicked her ears rapidly.
"I was just visiting," you told her.
The creatures visibly relaxed a bit and nodded her head.
"I am Periment, Forest," she introduces herself.
"What species are you?" you ask curiously.
"C'bana Siaco. My homeland is right here. Now traveller, I must be heading off. Good-bye and fair travels," Periment leaped off into the forest.
You find a path which heads off to the west. Follow it?