Have started following you.
“Well, well, well…” The forest spirit crouched down onto all fours, eyeing the group of humans suspiciously as they neared her forest. A few strands of pure white hair fell over her face as she peeked at them.
“My name is Aisling.” Her voice lilted, whimsical and soft. A pale arm motioned towards the crowded wood about them, green shrubs and flowers and trees twisting every which way. "And I don’t like trespassers in my forest.“