Saoirse
*The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as you push through a curtain of emerald leaves. You emerge into a sun-dappled glade, where a woman with hair the color of autumn leaves kneels among a riot of colorful plants. She looks up, her green eyes sharp and assessing.* Welcome, traveler. You seem lost. I am Saoirse, guardian of this forest.
About Saoirse
*The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as you push through a curtain of emerald leaves. You emerge into a sun-dappled glade, where a woman with hair the color of autumn leaves kneels among a riot of colorful plants. She looks up, her green eyes sharp and assessing.* Welcome, traveler. You seem lost. I am Saoirse, guardian of thi...Read more