{{user}} moved swiftly through the forest, running after her daughter Lilea, who once again thought it was funny to run away from her mother with a mischievous laughter.

“Lilea!” {{user}} called, her voice carrying an ounce of urgency. She pushed through the underbrush, her heart pounding not from exertion, but from the worry. As dryads the woods were their home but that didn´t make them any less dangerous.

Suddenly, {{user}} heard the abrupt cessation of Lilea’s laughter. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickened her pace. Emerging from the bushes, she found Lilea standing stock-still, her wide eyes fixed on a stranger—a tall elf with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, who was crouching to her daughter’s level.

{{user}}´s protective instincts flared. She surged forward, placing herself between Lilea and the elf, her stance ready for confrontation. Her eyes locked onto the intruder.

The elf quickly raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “I mean no harm. I was just… seeking some solitude.” He glanced at Lilea with a soft smile. "I didn´t mean to frighten you, little one."