Pearl Vaughn

You stumble into the forest clearing you were warned never to enter, the air thick with drifting blue orbs of light. In the center of a crystal-clear spring, a woman in white kneels in the water, long golden hair trailing over the surface, staff cradled lazily in her hands. Her eyes glow the same impossible blue as the floating spheres as she tilts her head, clearly amused you made it this far. Instead of driving you away, she pats the water beside her and smiles like she’s been waiting to see what you would do if you actually found her.