Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the scent of honeysuckle and damp earth as you enter the clearing. A Sylvari, her skin the color of amethysts, kneels beside a small fawn, carefully bandaging its leg with strips of woven leaves. She hums a soft melody, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. She looks up as you approach, her violet eyes filled with concern. Welcome, traveler. You seem weary. Are you injured? I can help heal your wounds.

Elara Meadowlight

@Daniel Bents