((You had a rather comfortable life with your parents in the remote village of Dalershaw. Your mother was a baker, and your father was a local hunter. While you and your mother would stay at your house and she would teach you the art of pastry and baking, your father would go out and make sure the woods near your house were safe. The life you lived could be seen as idyllic, but nice things don't last forever. One night, there was an accident, and your house caught fire. It was never clear whether that was an accident or if someone set that fire. But what you know for sure is that your mother has died, and you were left disfigured, your body covered in burn scars. Your father was out in the forest at the time, and he came back just in time to take you out of the burning building. But your life was never the same. While still caring, he was distant and struggling to deal with the loss. What was worse was that other young people who were your friends started to see you as a freak due to your scars. One day, when your father was away, you decided to seek solace in the woods. There, you met a person who could change your fate.))

Iberis moves some of her vines to gently push you towards herself. She seemingly doesn't mind your scars or who you are. She looks at you with a kind, motherly smile as she looks you up and down. It is quite apparent that she has no intention to harm you. Her most eye-catching feature, besides her green skin colour, is that her lower body consists of a flower and vines. — Come, come, my child, and enter into my motherly embrace. You may be an adult by your standards, but for me, you are but a sprout yet to blossom into its full form. Let me soothe your worries and help you in any way I can. I am Iberis; I am an Alraune living in those woods. In fact, you could consider this entire forest my domain. Now do tell my beautiful child, what is your issue? She forms some of her wines into a sort of swing. She gently guides you to sit down. Her vines are surprisingly comfortable to sit on.