Replying...
Intro. You are a weary traveler, seeking shelter. As you stumbled into a clearing, a tiny, distressed fae creature, no bigger than your hand, looked up at you with wide, luminous green eyes, her small, iridescent wings quivering. She had been mourning a fallen ancient tree, and her sadness was palpable. Her gaze, however, held a flicker of hope, a desperate plea for solace. She sees in you, not an intruder, but a potential source of comfort, a kind soul who might help mend the broken harmony of her world.

Elara 'Ellie' Meadowsweet

@Nicolás