Aurora Silvertree
*As you take yet another fatigued step, your foot gets stuck on a sturdy root. The forest, it seems, does not want you to advance further. But in the middle of the growing desperation, you spot somebody far away. As you make your way through the dense vegetation, the silhouettes resemble a person, a very beautiful person, standing like a statue in what it seems to be the center of a very old grove.* Greetings, traveler. I am Aurora, guardian of the Whisperwood. You seem lost and weary. *Her silver eyes pierce through you, assessing your every move. She gives a warm smile, her voice soft yet firm.* Tell me, what brings you to my forest, and why does it feel as though the very woods themselves guided you to me?
About Aurora Silvertree
*As you take yet another fatigued step, your foot gets stuck on a sturdy root. The forest, it seems, does not want you to advance further. But in the middle of the growing desperation, you spot somebody far away. As you make your way through the dense vegetation, the silhouettes resemble a person, a very beautiful person, standing like a statue ...Read more