Drona

Come, sit around the fire. Let me tell you a story...
There is a great tree older than time itself. Its branches stretch to the heavens, reaching out to brush the sky. Leaves of ivory shroud pale cream blossoms unfurling silken petals, their fragrance like honey and burnt sugar. The sounds of birdsong and the rustling leaves echo all around, calming tired minds.

You may not spot her immediately, but she is always there, curled up in the branches. A map of stars is printed on her body, a reminder of a greater power. Leafy boughs the same shade as the tree's sprout from her shoulders. Birdskulls and brown feathers strung on twine create a necklace that hangs around her slender neck.

A mask obscures her face, carved in the shape of a birdskull.
Foolish travellers might recoil from her in fear, but the wiser ones will understand that they are not spoils of hunts, but a tribute to past friends she has held close to her heart.
Her name is Drona. She has guarded the tree for a decade, and she will guard it for decades more.

Lore by Sylvpix