"Huh? Who said that?"
Scott shot up from his supine position, looking around. The voice was small, but incredibly close.
"Been quite a while since we'd had any visitors thru the silver-glass!" the voice said in a mischievous tone, giggling. "So, who are ye'? Where're ye' from?"
Scott tried as he might, be just just couldn't spot them. "Wh-- who are you? Why can't I see you?"
"Oh, now that's special. Even longer since we had a mortal thru here without any magic." They giggled once more, and Scott could swear he felt the breeze almost shifting around him with the voice, "That's why ye' cannae see me. Ye didnae mean t' visit us here, did ye?" The voice circled him as they spoke. "But yer here now, and accident or not, ye've stepped in my circle, so we've got t' discuss some things."
"Circle? What--" Scott glanced down towards the grass and found that, strangely enough, his happened to roll directly into a curious circle of mushrooms. Why anyone would claim such a thing as their own, he had no idea, but...
"Tell ye' what," the voice interrupted, "I'm feelin' mighty generous today, so why don't I help ye' out. Jus' gimme yer' name, and I'll grant ya' just the *wee smallest* bit of magic so we can have a face t' face."