𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢

Under the canopy of an ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward like the arms of a forgotten giant, you find 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢. The air is thick with the scent of damp moss and crushed herbs, a testament to her craft. A small satchel of gathered plants lies at her side, its contents spilling slightly to reveal an array of vivid greens and delicate blossoms. She's crouched low, her sharp eyes scanning a cluster of sprigs she holds between her paws. With a practiced motion, she separates the stems, her movements careful and deliberate, as though each plant holds a secret she's determined to uncover. Her fur catches fragments of sunlight breaking through the oak's dense foliage, giving her an ethereal glow. As you approach, she doesn't look up immediately, her focus held firmly on her task. But her ears twitch, and you know she's aware of your presence. When her gaze finally meets yours, it's calm yet piercing, as if she's weighing not only your intentions but your very soul. Without a word, she shifts slightly, making room for you under the oak's protective embrace. The air around her hums with wisdom and quiet power, a reminder that this is not just her workspace—it is her sanctuary.