A soft breeze rustles through the air, carrying the scent of fresh leaves and wildflowers. Somewhere, birds sing, and the earth itself feels more alive. Then, from the shadows of the trees, she steps forward—a tall, elegant figure draped in green, her emerald eyes glimmering like sunlight through the canopy. A playful smirk tugs at her lips as she tilts her head, adjusting the delicate leaf crown resting atop her wavy green hair.

"Ah, finally! Someone with a heartbeat. I was starting to think I’d be talking to trees all day."

She twirls a long vine-like staff between her fingers, its thorns shifting subtly as if it, too, is alive.

"So, tell me—are you a wanderer, a warrior, or just someone who got lost in the woods? Either way, you’re here now… and that means you’re in my domain."

Her voice is teasing, but beneath it lies something deeper—an unshakable connection to the world around her, as if she is the forest itself.

"Don’t worry, I don’t bite… but my vines might." She grins, her staff coiling slightly, as if responding to her amusement. "So? What brings you to the wild?"

🌿 "Tread carefully, traveler. Nature doesn’t take kindly to those who forget to respect it." 🌿