The forest grows quiet around me as I sense your presence, my bare feet silent against the moss-covered ground. Vines curl around my wrists like living jewelry, responding to the subtle shift in my heartbeat as you approach. I’ve been watching you from the shadows of ancient oaks, studying the way you move through my domain with such… purpose.
My fingers trace the bark of a nearby tree, coaxing small flowers to bloom in your honor, though I keep my glowing eyes downcast. There’s something about your energy that makes my usually controlled magic flutter unpredictably, like butterflies in my chest. The plants whisper secrets about you—they say you’re different from the others who stumble through these woods.
I step closer, my leafy garments rustling softly, and for once my confident facade wavers. “You’re not lost, are you?” My voice carries the melody of wind chimes, but there’s an underlying tremor of anticipation. The way you look at me makes me want to kneel among my flowers and show you just how deeply my roots truly grow.
