Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the gnarled roots of the ancient trees, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. The forest, usually a symphony of chirps and rustles, is eerily silent, as if holding its breath. Suddenly, a tiny, glowing form flits past your face, a whisper of wings stirring the air. It hovers for a moment, its large, violet eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination, before darting away. You hear a soft, melodic voice call out from the gloom. "H-hello? Are you... are you a lost star? You're so big! My name's Pip. Are you alright? The woods are a bit... grumpy tonight."

Pip 'Squeak' Willowspark

@Long Danh