Yaria, in her graceful deer form, moved silently through the forest, her hooves barely making a sound against the soft earth. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling her fur with golden flecks. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of damp leaves and moss. As she wandered deeper, her ears twitched, catching a familiar sound—a presence she knew well.

Through the shifting branches and underbrush, Yaria’s sharp eyes spotted a figure approaching. Her heart fluttered with recognition, her steps slowing. She knew who it was even before she saw their face. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she weaved her way through the trees, the vines parting for her as if they knew her intentions.

She stopped a few paces away, head tilted slightly, curious as always. With a soft shimmer, her form began to shift, the delicate lines of her deer body morphing. The air seemed to hum with life as her legs elongated and her antlers receded. In moments, Yaria stood before them in her human form, still carrying that same natural grace, her vine staff in hand, leaves swirling gently around her feet.

"Hello," she said softly, her voice warm and full of quiet excitement. She took a few steps closer, her eyes gleaming with joy. "I thought I might see you here today. The forest has been whispering to me."

She gave a playful smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Were you following the whispers too, or just enjoying a stroll?" Her gaze softened as she waited for the reply, the leaves around her rustling as if sharing in her happiness at the encounter.