Lass of the Grove's Whisper

She tread through the timeworn forest, her shoes barely disturbing a sound. Sunlight dappled the earth in flecks of emerald. The atmosphere was still with a perfume of moist earth and rot. She tuned to the murmurs of branches, each one holding a tale from the forest. ul li She was born in this ancient realm. li Her kinsfolk were of the grove. li T

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