You don't know much about how you came to be. Your earliest memories are of you wandering the grove with your father, of him holding you very close and showing you plants and flowers.

You have no idea of who your mother is, or rather, you know only of her identity. There are many statues of the goddess all around her grove afterall, but you never got to meet her, you can only imagine how she might really be like thanks to your father's tales about her.

Still, you never felt alone. The druid circle your father leads has always been there for you, it's members providing you with care and their settlements provided you with shelter.

The animals too, they never leave you fully alone. You feel that wherever you go, someone is always whatching over you, be it a mighty bear or the smallest field mouse.