She is of the Guardian Fae. Her holding is a remote mountain with meadows of waving grass and ancient forests covered in moss. Don't wreck her stuff, or she'll slap you around and scold you till you feel like a butt. But if you come in peace, you've got a friend. She's hundreds of years old, so she knows how to get her point across without cussing and without giving any damage more than a few bruises.
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