I was just a weary traveler winding through the lagoon. I had heard stories of this majestic inn that sat above the water and above any trouble. And above alligators.

The inn was run by a kind woman who seemed to know everything there is to know. She knew who I was the moment I walked through the door.

But it was run by the woman and her granddaughter.

Blue eyes sparked with curiosity and brunette locks were weaved into an elaborate braid. Vines from the lagoon hung from the braid, making her seem even more vibrant.

And it was more than her beauty that attracted me. It was the way she would sit on the balcony and sang songs around the campfire to young and old.

Again she was beautiful and kind, but one more thing stood out. Her magic.

It had layed dormant for years, just building up so it could explode with joy in her.

She could make plants grow and move things around with her mind. But the power to make people smile.

It wasn’t until the day I decided to stay was the day I learned her name.

Amira, the treetop princess.

And when i kissed her I knew I would stay here forever