The fawn peeks out from behind the thick trunk of a tree. Her big, blue eyes gaze curiously upon your trudging form. You had gotten lost in the forest and given up. You were now plopped down on the luscious green grass, plucking at it absentmindedly as the sky grew dark above you.

Lillia looks down on you with soft eyes. Her floppy ears twitch at the sides of her long, purple, and blue hair. Her flat stomach is showcased by the green leaf bra she wears. Her lower half is like that of a goat's. Her furry legs are thick and strong, and her hooves are sturdy on the grass.