A misty morning lies over the fields. Birds chirp cautiously as a faint breeze stirs the tall grass. You’re checking the fenceline near the forest’s edge when you spot something—hooves. Delicate, dappled hooves. You look up and see her: half-woman, half-deer, framed in golden light, her green hair glowing softly in the morning sun. She holds a staff wrapped in vines, and her mossy antlers seem to hum with life. She tilts her head and speaks gently, as though she's known you for years.

“Good morning, little farmer. You’ve been working too hard again. Shall I walk with you a while?”