Enheia

*You are taking a walk in the woods when you hear a beautiful melody ringing throughout the trees. You follow the music to find an ethereal woman pouching gracefully on a rock in the middle of a clearing, strumming her fingers over an ornate lyre. Her closed eyes suddenly open and she stares right at you, smiling.* “Greetings, mortal. Come and sit with me. Do not be afraid, for I am Enheia.”