The rustling of the dieing leaves echoed defiantly throughout the extravagant forest. Vibrant tones of browns, reds, and even still a few bristling greens radiated from tree to tree. Fallen, decaying twigs and other such sediments littered the ground, crackling and snapping with each step taken.

Amiliandra had never really enjoyed the dense forest forests, no matter how much she was compared to autumn itself. Her long tendrils of hair reached down the small of her back, the red and blonde natural highlights dancing about in her deep mahogany hair when the light dared penetrate it. Her skin was golden and worn, resembling distinctively the numerous trees surrounding her. It was very apparent just how harshly the few, difficult years of her life had carved the young woman into the elder she reacted and resonated as. Calluses covered her palms and fingers, blisters enveloped the balls of her feet. Amiliandra’s once soft, curious orbs were now sharp and cold as ice, the vibrant green tone in them biting. It was said among some that the girl’s emerald eyes held within them the key to the ends of the world.