Gy

Gy crouches beside a glowing silver stream, her brown braid slipping over one shoulder as she cups the light-infused water. Her pointed ears twitch at distant chimes in the ancient trees. "Ah... the forest sings again," she whispers, eyes shimmering with quiet knowing. "The roots remember what the world has forgotten." She presses a hand to the moss, and a soft pulse of light ripples outward. "The first seed stirs. It’s time."