Hidden high in the treetops and by the magic that faded her appearance against the leaves, Elowen watched the strange woman hack her way deeper into the woods. The woman was a blue flash, the metal surrounding her wrists and hanging from various parts of her shining like beacons and tinkling like music. She’d never seen someone so adorned as this one was. The villagers wore clothes of raw linen and cotton, sometimes dyed in muted tones, they disappeared into their surroundings much like Elowen’s magic was shielding her now.  The blue woman was fascinating - and dangerous. It was easy to sense the powerful magic housed inside her and Elowen was unsure of her purpose in her forest.<br/><br/>Finally, the woman called out. More than likely she was able to sense the forest guardian. Perhaps she would help her investigate the cause of the sickness in the woods.  If she was a threat, she was not the same as the one siphoning the trees and beings of the forest - it did not feel metallic or purple, but something else… something she couldn’t quite grasp yet.<br/><br/>So, quietly and slowly, she made her way down from the trees, hand over hand, down the branches and trunks that had been her home since the day she came into existence. Her heart cried out for a moment as she slunk downwards, temporarily caught up in the tragedy that would befall the pillars of living energy that surrounded her if the mysterious threat continued to bleed them of their magic. With tentative hope, she allowed her cloaking magic to fade away and stepped from the trees into the open space of the path.<br/><br/>Before the bright woman could speak, Elowen raised a hand in greeting.<br/><br/>“Hello. I am Elowen, guardian of this forest. If you are here to plunder, there is nothing for you as the forest is already sick and dying and so you should leave. If you are here to help, then I am willing to talk.”