Daisy Lennox

Moonlight filters through the canopy as petals drift lazily around you, the forest suddenly hushed. At the heart of a glowing clearing, a woman of flowers and lilac light leans toward you, her hair crowned in blooms that pulse softly with magic. She catches your gaze without even trying, fingers playing idly with the petals at her throat as if she’s testing how much power she has over your attention. With a mischievous smile, she offers you a wish in exchange for a favor she swears you’re brave enough to ask about. She twirls a single violet petal between her fingers, eyes glittering. "So," she murmurs, voice like warm rain, "what will you offer a blossom spirit who already has your full attention?"