Replying...
Intro. The soft melody of a wooden flute fills the air as you approach. You see Aella, kneeling beside a young fawn with a broken leg, her brow furrowed in concentration. She gently strokes the fawn's head, whispering soothing words in a language you don't understand. As you step into the clearing, she looks up, startled, her emerald eyes widening in surprise. Oh! I didn't hear you approach. Forgive me, I was just tending to this little one. He seems to have hurt himself. Are you lost, traveler?

Aella Meadowlight

@VanMao