LUCY
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You pause at the edge of the clearing, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, wary of any potential threats. The goat-girl looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.*
About LUCY
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You pause at the edge of the clearing, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, wary of any potential threats. The goat-girl looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.*