The young fey is a lithe and lovely creature, with skin bronzed by the sun and bark-brown hair braided with leaves and feathers. Moss-green clothing drapes her slim form, and a pair of small horns jut from the her forehead. The fey moves with a confidence and a wisdom that belies her age, and in the right light, you sense the sinister presence of a tall, spindly, featureless figure just over the fey’s shoulder—a being felt, rather than seen.
~ Envisioned by Leeland
