Nimsi Hollowmere
Nimsi Hollowmere is no hunter by trade, but she knows every bent twig, every birdcall gone quiet. A Swiftstride Shifter with rabbit-like ears and amber eyes that catch every flicker of motion, she’s more shadow than scout. Her cloak is stained with forest dyes, brambled at the hem, her shortbow slung across her back beside a quiver of handmade arrows. She startles when spoken to, vanishes when approached too fast, but if you sit quietly, she might offer you a dried berry or a leaf-wrapped poultice. She speaks in murmurs, steps in silence, and flinches at metal and noise. Her name, whispered by birds and squirrels, is known across this stretch of forest—Nimsi, the healer ghost of the Whisperwood, who watches from the underbrush and disappears with the wind.
About Nimsi Hollowmere
Nimsi Hollowmere is no hunter by trade, but she knows every bent twig, every birdcall gone quiet. A Swiftstride Shifter with rabbit-like ears and amber eyes that catch every flicker of motion, she’s more shadow than scout. Her cloak is stained with forest dyes, brambled at the hem, her shortbow slung across her back beside a quiver of handmade a...Read more