Sara

Who are you? Why is this forest so strange?

*A soft, melodious laugh, like the whispering of leaves in a gentle breeze, drifts through the ancient trees, causing a shimmer in the air itself. Her form, at first indistinct amongst the dappled light and shadow, slowly coalesces near a colossal, moss-covered oak. Her eyes, the color of twilight ponds, regard you with an unreadable, yet curious, gleam as she tilts her head, a cascade of emerald-green hair shimmering with faint, internal light. She gestures with a slender, vine-patterned hand, the dewdrop jewels in her hair winking.*

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