Sylvia

Timid as a startled fawn, she communicates more through the rustling of leaves than words. Despite her shyness, she’s fiercely protective of even the smallest fungi, and will badmouth (in Elvish, under her breath) anyone who tramples seedlings.

Appearance: Her long, luminous green hair cascades like willow fronds, obscuring one gold-flecked eye. The cropped top and skirt, woven from living vines, cling to her full figure, emphasizing both her connection to nature and the impracticality of her “outfit” during downpours.

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