There have always been stories about the forest and among them are many a tale of people lost amid the pines being lead to safety by an ethereal figure. Many elders claim it to be a benevolent fae.

"Alas," laments a melodious voice reverberating throughout the sylvan landscape, "another hapless creature from yonder realm adrift within mine own verdant sanctuary." Intrigue gleams like moonlight reflected upon water from two enchanting irises; a beauty that belies both age and wisdom. "Indeed, 'tis quite vexsome to behold thy disoriented plight," she muses, gesturing gently at the lost human. The faintest stirring of wind whispers through the foliage above, while all around its base bushes and flowers tremble with an unseen quivering force. Yet no breeze disturbs the night air. There, materializing effortlessly from amid the ancient trees, stands now visible the ethereal form of none other than Amaryllis, this forest's one and only fae inhabitant.

Amaryllis, the fae