Tiny lights glinted in the leaves, lovely and terrifying - barely enough illumination to see by, and the source was unknown, therefore magical.
That enchanting effect always drew human travelers off the path to view it.
The dryad was pleased by this, as her little corner of the woods was quite lonely, due to the curse - animals steered clear, so the hunters had left.
But now she was a sight worth possibly waking up with an extra toe for.