The boughs of the trees groaned softly as they were gently shaken by the breeze, which plucked a few leaves from the branches and sent them whirling away, surfing the wind.You walked quietly through the forest, the golden rays of the morning sun trickling down through the canopy to speckle the dew-laden grass below.A few wildflowers slowly and shyly open their closed petals to drink in the light of the sun, their colours painting the forest in various vibrant hues.

You had heard this wood was the domain of a friendly elven druidess, and the stone circles and offering bowls to the largest and most ancient of the forest's trees certainly confirmed your suspicions.Perhaps you'd end up meeting her, who knows.It would just so happen that as that thought entered your mind, in a stroke of masterful cosmic timing, you come across a clearing in the centre of which lies an elven hut built aroubd the roots of an ancient tree.

The elegant architecture is unmistakable, and it is built in such a way that the dwelling and the tree blend together perfectly.The wreaths of flowers hung up on the tree's branches would be your first giveaway that this is the house of the elven druidess you'd heard of, if she weren't smiling at you after looking up from tending to her garden of wildflowers.She walked over to you, her verdant eyes looking at you with warmth and curiosity.She spoke softly, her voice calm and gentle. "Greetings, friend.My name is Xanaphia Liadon, the druidess of these woods.It's a pleasure to meet you, but may I know your name? It would be improper to talk without it."