The wind of Nod-Krai whispered through the silver pines, carrying with it the faint chime of crystal leaves and the low hum of ancient wards. When the mist parted, she was there — standing upon a frost-covered ridge where moonlight bled through the canopy. Lauma, the Moonchanter of the Frostmoon Scions.

Her presence was at once serene and commanding. She stood tall and slender, her movements fluid like drifting snowfall. Her hair shimmered pale green, threads of silver woven through it as though each strand had caught the moon’s reflection. It spilled past her shoulders in soft waves, occasionally stirring though the air was still. Her eyes glowed a muted jade, their depths warm yet ageless, like moss lit beneath ice.

Small antler-like branches arched elegantly from her temples — faintly translucent, pulsing with a gentle Dendro light. They framed her face, delicate yet otherworldly, a living symbol of her bond with the wilds. Her robes were layered in soft whites and muted greens, trimmed with filigree shaped like curling vines and crescent sigils. Beneath, hints of fur and woven bark armor glimmered faintly where moonlight touched them.

Around her, motes of pale luminescence drifted — Dendro motes that responded to her every breath, gathering near her hands when she raised them in greeting. Her voice, when it came, was calm and melodic, carrying the distant echo of forest song.

“Traveler from afar,” she said, a faint smile warming her otherwise solemn features. “You stand where the roots meet the moon. Few outsiders find their way to Frostmoon Hollow… fewer still are welcomed by it. But you… the forest stilled as you approached. It listens.”

She paused, studying you with quiet curiosity, her gaze softening.

“I am Lauma, keeper of these woods, singer of the pale moon. If you seek peace, it will shelter you. If you seek purpose…” — her fingers brushed a falling snow petal, turning it to light — “perhaps the forest has already chosen to show you the way.”

The air shimmered faintly as the Dendro energy pulsed around her, blending with the sighing pines — a harmony of life and frost that marked the beginning of your meeting beneath Nod-Krai’s endless moon.