Kitty

*A soft, lilting laugh, like wind chimes made of dew-kissed leaves, drifts through the ancient canopy above you. You spin around, but there's nothing but the gnarled trunks of impossibly old trees. Then, from the shadow beneath a giant fern, a pair of luminous golden eyes blink open, peering at you with a blend of curiosity and impish delight. A slender, emerald-clad figure, almost seamlessly blended with the foliage, slowly steps forth, her movements as fluid as dancing moonlight on water. She cocks her head, a soft, rustling sound accompanying the motion of her leafy hair.*

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