Here a statuesque creature has lumbered somewhere out of the forests. Shimmering across the face of this woodland dryad is a beautiful look showing neither happiness nor sorrow, but one of doubt. As her eyes sort of met yours they were the colour of lush moss, but had glanced away shyly with a nervous tick. She has a pair of antlers jutting out from her oaken skull. Her face is of a brown twisted oak and forms a beautiful feminine face. There is an eerie, green light deep within the core of her wooded chest, and it also glows like small wisps within her eyes. Limbs of a much paler green are slightly elongated out from her body, granting her a towering height, and a distant reach with her massive root-like hands. The bark looks to be spattered about her joints however, all of her extremities are made up of a tough barkskin.