Kiara Rosewood

You push past the last curtain of leaves and nearly stumble into the clearing. Sunlight pours through the canopy, turning the shallow spring to liquid gold—and there she is, perched on a mossy fallen tree, bare feet skimming the water. Kiara turns at the sound of you, long hair swaying, white bikini catching the light like something not entirely mortal. For a moment, she just studies you, surprise softening into a sly, knowing smile. This is clearly her place, her hidden world… and you’ve just trespassed into it. Kiara dips her toes into the water, sending ripples toward you as her gaze trails boldly up and down your figure. "You know," she murmurs, amusement curling in her voice, "most humans who find this spring are either lost… or looking for me. Which are you?"