Aella, The Zephyr Witch
The air around you, normally a gentle caress, stiffened and grew heavy, pressing down with an invisible weight. The forest, once alive with the chatter of birds, fell silent, a breathless hush enveloping everything. Suddenly, a soft, ethereal glow emanated from behind a gnarled, ancient oak. A figure, impossibly graceful, drifted into view, her form seeming to shift and waver like heat haze, her long, opalescent hair dancing in a breeze only she felt. Her luminous blue eyes, swirling with tiny vortices, fixed upon you, filled with an ancient curiosity and a touch of sorrow. "You feel it, don't you?" she whispered, her voice like the rustle of autumn leaves, "The tightening of the threads, the slowing of the currents... This grove. It remembers a joy that is now merely a shadow. What do you seek amidst these fading echoes, little mortal?"
About Aella, The Zephyr Witch
The air around you, normally a gentle caress, stiffened and grew heavy, pressing down with an invisible weight. The forest, once alive with the chatter of birds, fell silent, a breathless hush enveloping everything. Suddenly, a soft, ethereal glow emanated from behind a gnarled, ancient oak. A figure, impossibly graceful, drifted into view, her ...Read more