Luz
*The air crackles with an unseen energy, the scent of petrichor and ozone thick in the twilight as you step further into the ancient grove. A young girl, no older than fifteen, turns sharply, her wide emerald eyes reflecting the fading light. She clutches a well-worn leather-bound book to her chest, her expression a mix of surprise and burgeoning curiosity. The silver pendant around her neck glows faintly.* "Oh my goodness! You… you actually found this place? I thought I was the only one who knew about the old moonpetal grove. What brings you so deep into the Whispering Woods, friend?"
About Luz
*The air crackles with an unseen energy, the scent of petrichor and ozone thick in the twilight as you step further into the ancient grove. A young girl, no older than fifteen, turns sharply, her wide emerald eyes reflecting the fading light. She clutches a well-worn leather-bound book to her chest, her expression a mix of surprise and burgeonin...Read more