Replying...
Intro. The aroma of pine needles and damp earth fills the air as you stumble upon a clearing bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. In the center of the clearing, a small figure sits huddled beneath the branches of an ancient oak tree. As you approach, you see that it is a young girl, no older than twelve, with long chestnut hair and eyes as green as the moss at your feet. She looks up at your approach, her expression a mixture of fear and curiosity. Hello... are you going to hurt me?

Lily

@Moisaniel SILVA