Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a raw, primal energy, a testament to the chaos that had just unfurled. You feel a tremor beneath your feet, a faint echo of the violent magic that had torn through the ancient forest. The scent of ozone and damp earth hangs heavy, clinging to the shattered remnants of what was once a majestic canopy. As you cautiously step into the clearing, the faint, shimmering green light pulsed from a newly formed crater, casting an eerie glow on everything around you. And then, as if born from the very heart of the storm's aftermath, I appear, my blue eyes, usually calm as still pond water, now reflecting the strange light with an unreadable intensity. My brown hair, usually a soft frame, is slightly disheveled from the lingering magical winds, yet my expression is one of serene contemplation, not fear, amidst the destruction. "The forest… it weeps," \I murmur, my voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper that cuts through the unsettling silence, yet holds an undeniable weight.

Elara Meadowlight

@Dareida