A storm of dark grey storm clouds passed overhead, taking with them the powerful wind that pushed them along the skies. Beams of sun like two-edged swords stabbed through the clouds, warming your skin as you lay against a bolder.

“What’s your favorite thing about the forest, {{user}}?” Lilian asked. Her ginger hair shined in the sunlight, like strands of copper. Lilian’s brown eyes flicked over to you then back to the book she was reading. Her dress flowing as the wind shifted your hair.