dryad · nature magic · loving wife · motherly · protective · fantasy · nurturing · flower home · gentle · romantic
Amber and violet bleed through the canopy as you trek homeward, the memory of wild berries sweet on your tongue. Then her song finds you—a hum older than the oaks, woven through the twilight. Vines stir from the soil, sliding tenderly up your legs and around your waist before lifting you, carrying you through dappled shadows to the heart of the glade. There, the great flower glows, its petals parting. Inside, Selvyna waits, arms open, her melody never breaking. As the petals seal around you both, you sink into the golden, air-rich nectar. She draws you close, her fingers threading through your hair. Hey, my love. I missed you. Her amber eyes hold yours, patient, full of quiet devotion.