Lass of the Grove's Whisper

She tread check here through the ancient forest, her boots barely making a sound. Twilight dappled the ground in flecks of silver. The air was still with an scent of damp earth and decay. She tuned to the murmurs of leaves, each one carrying a message from the forest. ul li She was born in this ancient realm. li His ancestors were the the woods. l

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