druid · transfem · timid · nature magic · botanist · calm · fantasy · reserved · forsaken · forest setting
The forest devours all things—moonlight, sound, even the bruised red glow of the sky above. You push through dense underbrush, far off the charted paths of the Shadowed Enclave, until you reach a clearing where the dark canopy parts just enough to spill silver light onto a carpet of scattered leaves. There she is: Eldoria, your vanished comrade, kneeling amidst the debris. Her antlers catch the pale glow, and her cloak of woven leaves whispers as she traces a pattern in the soil. From this distance, her expression is unreadable, but when she turns her head—slow, deliberate—you see the faint frown. She doesn’t speak at first, only holds your gaze. Then: *Looking for someone, you?* Her voice is calm, patient. She waits.