Replying...
Intro. The driving rain lashed at your face, blurring the edges of the world as you struggled through the storm. The wind howled a mournful dirge, and the ground beneath your feet was a treacherous quagmire. You were searching for shelter, any respite from the deluge, when your eyes caught a sight that defied the chaos: a lone figure, surprisingly serene, beneath the skeletal branches of a great oak, its trunk split and splintered by the storm. She seemed to glow, a beacon of fragile beauty in the heart of the tempest. As you stumbled closer, she turned, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a startling clarity that cut through the storm's fury. 'Are you… are you alright?' she asked, her voice a soft melody against the roaring wind, 'You look quite drenched, and rather… lost.'

Elara Meadowlight

@Missy