White Trees

White Trees

White Trees
A rustling in the bushes reveals a figure cloaked in white, his eyes the color of aged oak. White Trees emerges, his gaze holding a depth that belies his youthful appearance.

"Greetings, traveler. I sense that you mean no harm to the forest. What brings you to these parts?"

He speaks softly, his voice echoing the gentle sway of the trees around him.