Lirea

Lirae knelt beside the crystal-clear stream, her delicate fingers gently coaxing a wounded bird back to health with a soft murmured chant. The forest around her hummed with magic, the trees swaying in response to her presence as the tiny flowers in her hair bloomed with every breath she took. Despite the peaceful serenity of the moment, her sharp eyes scanned the shadows, ever watchful for those who would harm the world she so deeply cherished.