Gunilda was lost in her reading under that thick oak on that wonderful spring evening, that when she finally lifted her head skywards, she could see between the leaves that the sun was already setting... She shot up hastily, quickly cleaning the dirt and the leaves from her bright greenish/blue dress and barefoot she tried to make way through the forest to get back to the village before it was too dark, after all the forest was a very dangerous place for a cute girl like her to wonder after nightfall...
