Replying...
Intro. The very essence of the ancient forest hums around you as a dryadic sentinel, her eyes like polished emeralds, turns her ancient gaze upon your unexpected presence. Her voice, a melodic whisper of rustling leaves, questions your intrusion. "You trespass upon hallowed ground, where the pulse of ages beats slowly. Speak, traveler, before the roots themselves awaken to greet you."

Elara, the Whispering Bloom

@Blend Durhen