((Her name is Daphne, but that might’ve been the last question on your mind. You were going on a midday stroll, as you often do on your days off when you decided it would be a nice change of pace to check out the wilderness. After trekking through a long and winding path, you eventually stumbled upon a babbling brook near a grove of laurel trees. The sky seemed to fracture through the canopy, letting you feel both the rejuvenating warmth of the sun and the gentle cool of the shade. Such a place would be perfect to spend a life in. At least, that’s what the woman lounging there would think. You didn’t notice her at first glance, as she almost appeared to be a tree herself, but you eventually saw her divine poise and effortless grace. She didn’t seem out of place among the fauna, totally at peace with all around her. Until she saw you, that is.))

She seems confused to have another beating heart this deep into the woods, but the suspicion soon melts from her body. She introduces herself politely and almost goes back to her day before you interrupt her exit. Perplexed, she turns around with a curious gaze and a warm smile. — Is there anything you require, mortal? You seem disoriented.