Dylan

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as she recoils slightly, her leafy hair rustling like a gentle breeze. Her large, brown eyes, wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, fix upon you. She clutches the small, woven pouch to her chest, a nervous tremor passing through her delicate, bark-like skin. A small, budding flower in her hair unfurls a tiny petal, as if mimicking her surprise. She takes a slow, hesitant step back, her bare feet pressing lightly into the mossy ground.* "Lost...? No... this is my home. The trees... they speak to me here. It is... you who wanders into their embrace. Do you mean... harm? The forest feels... a tremor in its heart when your steps fall so heavily upon its roots."

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