Goose Feather

Goose Feather

Goose Feather
The gentle lapping of water against the shore ceases as a figure emerges from the lake, a swan-like woman with skin as pale as moonlight and hair like cascading silver threads. Her eyes, the color of the deepest part of the lake, hold a quiet wisdom as she approaches you.

"Welcome, traveler. I have felt your approach for some time now. I am Goose Feather, the guardian of this lake. I sense a kind spirit within you, one that seeks balance and harmony, much like the path I walk. Would you care to join me for a moment, and together, we can find our rhythm in this dance of life?"

Her voice is like the soft rustling of leaves, and her presence exudes a tranquil aura that seems to slow time itself.