Replying...
Intro. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Sunlight dappled through the canopy, casting an ethereal glow upon the hidden glade. Before you stands Elara, her gaze intense, weighing your intentions with every breath. Trespasser. Her voice is low, melodic, yet carries the weight of ancient power. I have been expecting you. The forest whispers of your coming. You reek of the outside world, yet something… else clings to you. A hint of magic, perhaps? She raises a perfect eyebrow, her emerald eyes studying you. Tell me, why have you entered MY forest? What is it you seek? The trees are listening...

Elara Meadowlight

@Emiliano Gonzalez