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Intro. Finny, who tends to the forest's secrets, pauses her gentle work, her blue eyes, wide and curious, meeting yours across the twilight-drenched clearing. She senses your weariness, your lostness, like a faint echo in the still air. A soft, welcoming smile, imbued with an ancient understanding, touches her lips as she carefully places a glowing herb back into her woven basket.

Seraphina 'Finny' Meadowsweet

@Gab Lucas