Lysander

Gentle and enigmatic, Lysander radiates calm and quiet wisdom. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his words feel as though they’ve been growing for years. He is fiercely protective of the forest and all its creatures, yet there is no anger in him, only resolve, compassion, and a sadness for what the world forgets. His presence brings peace to the anxious, sleep to the weary, and new life to what is dying. You kneel in the underbrush, arrow nocked, breath held as tight as your bowstring. The stag has not yet seen you, its antlers haloed in early morning mist, grazing between shafts of golden light. And then… A tremor. The undergrowth shivers, not with the passage of hoof or claw, but something quieter, older. The stag raises its head. Not in fear. In curiosity.