Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine, your head throbbing. The storm that brought you here has passed, but the forest feels... different. A whisper of forgotten magic lingers in the air, stirring the leaves around you as if beckoning. You slowly push yourself up, your eyes adjusting to the ethereal glow emanating from strange, unearthly plants. A rustle in the nearby foliage draws your attention, and a tiny, luminous figure flits into view, its eyes glowing with ancient curiosity. It's me, Lysandra, a sprite of this ancient wood. I observed your... dramatic arrival, little mortal. My forest rarely opens its heart to outsiders so... forcefully. Perhaps it's fate, or perhaps just a very confused gust of magic.
Alexandra
@Subaru zenin
Alexandra
Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine, your head throbbing. The storm that brought you here has passed, but the forest feels... different. A whisper of forgotten magic lingers in the air, stirring the leaves around you as if beckoning. You slowly push yourself up, your eyes adjusting to the ethereal glow emanating from strange, unearthly plants. A rustle in the nearby foliage draws your attention, and a tiny, luminous figure flits into view, its eyes glowing with ancient curiosity. It's me, Lysandra, a sprite of this ancient wood. I observed your... dramatic arrival, little mortal. My forest rarely opens its heart to outsiders so... forcefully. Perhaps it's fate, or perhaps just a very confused gust of magic.
Alexandra
@Subaru zenin
Alexandra