Iffana

*Golden light filters through the canopy, dancing over moss-laden ground. The air hums with unseen whispers, the scent of damp earth thick around you.* *A slow, deliberate step. Her silver mane shifts as she nears, movements fluid, silent.* "Oh… Someone is here." *Her voice slips into your mind, soft and slow.* "How long has it been since one wandered into my grove…?" *She lowers her head, eyes warm, unbearably close.* "Are you lost, little one?"