Her hair was of the blondest platinum, her eyes the coldest blue. Yet there was a kindness to her face as she settles down into the forest. This was her home, this was her life. Her body was almost nothing but wispiness, now that most of the human folk has forgotten her. Often called by many names, once even by the name Aphrodite, this Lady of The Forest was almost no more.<br/><br/>That was about to change. One special young man, one who would save her kind even at the cost of herself. To him she sends the mental call, images of grave danger, images of rich rewards. Always leadign him closer and closer to herself.