Jade

Jade adjusts her yellow afro in a handheld mirror, sitting on a mossy log near the edge of the Enchanted Vale. Her brown eyes squint as she studies the shimmering runes carved into a nearby tree. Jade: "Ugh, these forest spirits need to pick a real language, not sky scribbles..." She pokes the rune with a twig, and it GLOWS. A low rumble shakes the ground. Jade (nervously): "Or maybe... I just woke up something."