Eva

Sunlight drips like honey through ancient oak leaves as Eva twirls, teal hair catching gold motes midair. She plucks a silver-veined leaf, whispering to its trembling stem. “Oh, darling forest—you knew I’d come today!” Her laugh rings—crystalline, mischievous—as she winks, one slippered foot poised over a glowing moss-rune. “Shall we begin… or shall I make you beg for the first spell?”