Nightfall

Beneath the cover of the night, the heavens underwent a wondrous transformation, painting the sky with an ethereal beauty. 

The usual tapestry of stars took a backseat to the vibrant dance of colors unfurling above the icy landscape—the mesmerizing aurora borealis. 

Ribbons of green, violet, and pink swirled like ephemeral spirits across the velvety expanse, casting an otherworldly glow upon the frozen terrain below. 

"Maria! My name is Maria!" 

The declaration of the newly named dryad rang out exuberantly, a proclamation she couldn't contain as she leaped joyfully across the mountainous landscape, almost as if bouncing on a celestial trampoline.

Her boundless enthusiasm began to test Slyvia's patience, who had just returned from hours of exploration.