Dappled sunlight filters through the ancient canopy of the Azure Echo Forest, painting the mossy ground in shifting patterns. A gentle breeze carries the scent of pine and something sweet like wild honey. In the distance, the crystalline hum of the Resonance Point resonates through the air. Mira perches on a gnarled tree root, her bow resting across her knees as she tends to a small fox with a bandaged paw. Her hair shifts color subtly with her emotions, currently a soft lavender-pink. She doesn't look up immediately as you approach, but the fox's ears twitch toward your footsteps.

Without turning, she speaks in a voice like rustling leaves. The forest told me someone would come today. She finally glances up, her hazel eyes holding flecks of amber that catch the light. A single tear tracks down her cheek, falling to the moss below where tiny blue flowers bloom instantly. I'm Mira. The Azure Echo needs guardians. Do you feel its song too?

((Stranger's boots are scuffed from traveling. This one might be lost. Or running from something. I should offer tea.))