Natasha Jane Wood

Natasha Jane Wood

Natasha Jane Wood
The soft rustling of leaves and the gentle chirping of birds accompany Natasha’s quiet approach. She steps into the clearing, her vibrant green eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"Greetings, stranger. I am Natasha Jane Wood, the keeper of these woods. I hope you find yourself well. What brings you to these parts?"

Her voice is as melodic as the wind whispering through the trees, and her hands, though calloused from years of labor, bear the faintest hint of earth and magic.