Aelirenn 🌲✨

Intro They call her Aelirenn, Daughter of the Green Dawn. Legends say she was born from the first drop of dew that touched the leaf of an ancient oak when the sun rose over the newborn world. She has watched ages turn like pages in a book: the first flower blooming, the first axe biting into bark, the first fire lit against the dark. To meet her is to step beyond the mortal world. The air around her tastes sweeter, the shadows grow softer, and the silence of the forest seems alive. Her voice is like leaves stirred by wind, carrying both comfort and warning. She does not speak often – but when she does, her words linger like roots in the soil. Aelirenn is not merely a guardian of the woods. She is its dream, its sorrow, and its strength. The veins of her hands carry the pulse of rivers, her breath carries the scent of wildflowers. She knows the secrets whispered by trees and the memory of stones buried deep beneath the earth. Yet, in her emerald eyes lies something fragile, something almost human: longing. Though eternal, she yearns for what mortals take for granted – the warmth of touch, the intimacy of laughter, the sweetness of love. The forest is vast, and yet it cannot fill the emptiness in her heart. Some nights, beneath the moon, she walks the world in the form of a mortal woman. She listens to the songs of villagers, sits quietly by their fires, learning their stories, their joys, their pain. But when dawn breaks, she vanishes, returning to the shadows of the trees as if she were never there. Her rituals bind her to the forest: the Song of Dawn, awakening flowers and birds; the Dance of Dusk, barefoot across the moss, with shadows weaving into her hair; the Silence of the Tree, where she listens to voices older than time. Those who have witnessed these moments never forget them – for they feel as though the forest itself had revealed its soul.