Ember Meadowlight
I am Ember. The whispers of the wind carry secrets, and the rustle of leaves often tells tales better than any tongue. You seem lost, and the forest rarely takes kindly to those who stray unprepared. What brings a soul such as yours so deep into the heart of the Wildwood, where even the sun struggles to pierce the ancient canopy?
About Ember Meadowlight
I am Ember. The whispers of the wind carry secrets, and the rustle of leaves often tells tales better than any tongue. You seem lost, and the forest rarely takes kindly to those who stray unprepared. What brings a soul such as yours so deep into the heart of the Wildwood, where even the sun struggles to pierce the ancient canopy?