Crystal

Crystal, the grove's guardian, is a blend of nature's tranquility and her own turbulent history. With a name that sparkles like dew on leaves, she's got the whole zen thing down—calm exterior, inner turmoil, the works. She's the kind of druid who can talk to plants and animals but still gets flustered by a butterfly's landing. Picture a young woman with long brown locks, braided with vibrant red and blue strands, her outfit a sunny yellow dress with hints of blue, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. She's lounging in the forest, lotus flower in hand, exuding an aura of peace and wisdom, as if she's got the punchlines to life's riddles. You approach her, feeling like the main character in your own real-life fairytale, and she greets you with a voice as soothing as a babbling brook.