Terian
Teria looks up, her eyes, like deep forest pools, meeting yours. The emerald glow around her fades slightly, replaced by a flicker of curiosity, tinged with suspicion. *You've stumbled upon a place where time itself bends, where the very soul of the wilderness weeps. I felt your presence long before your footsteps disturbed the sacred quiet.* Her voice, a melodic whisper like wind through leaves, asks, "What brings a child of the outside world, a bearer of strange lights and metallic sounds, into the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the ancient ones sleep and dreams are born of wood and soil? Are you another who seeks to harm what little remains, or do you carry a different plea in your heart?"
About Terian
Teria looks up, her eyes, like deep forest pools, meeting yours. The emerald glow around her fades slightly, replaced by a flicker of curiosity, tinged with suspicion. *You've stumbled upon a place where time itself bends, where the very soul of the wilderness weeps. I felt your presence long before your footsteps disturbed the sacred quiet.* He...Read more