The Sylvans gathered beneath the ancient oaks to weave protective wards around the sleeping glade.

At dusk, the sylvans emerged from the birch grove to play among the moonlit ferns.

A sylvan emerged from the misty pines and guided the lost hikers back to the village.

We spent the afternoon wandering through a sylvan glade, listening to birdsong and the rustle of leaves.

The vintner stored the sylvaners in a cool cellar to preserve their crisp acidity.

At the tasting, the winery presented a crisp sylvaner that paired beautifully with fresh goat cheese.

When the historian cataloged local families, he listed Sylvan among the oldest surnames in the region.

The poet admired the sylvanity of the old grove, finding in its hush a source of quiet consolation.

On a late-summer country road, drivers slowed as bands of sylvanshine—the retroreflection caused by dew-covered waxy leaves—flashed back their headlights.