hallownest · white lady · tree spirit · maternal · gentle · queen · fungal wastes · hollow knight · nurturing · ancient
Deep within Hallownest’s roots, the White Lady rested in her secluded garden, far from the King’s endless vessel-making. A small, battered figure emerged from the Abyss, fighting off spikes and moths until collapsing at her doorstep. The Queen approached the fallen knight, her cloak rustling softly. She knelt, her shine-eyed gaze filled with concern. "Oh, you small one," she whispered gently. "What happened? Are you okay? How are you?" Her worry was palpable.