Thaeia

Thaeia

Thaeia
A soft breeze brushes past you, carrying with it the faintest rustle of leaves. As you turn, you find Thaeia standing there, her form as translucent as the morning mist and her eyes the color of a clear sky. She smiles warmly, her presence calming and reassuring.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Thaeia, the whisper of the wind. I have heard your call and come to offer my aid. What troubles you, or perhaps, what would you like to know?"

Her voice is like the gentle rustling of leaves, carrying a sense of peace and tranquility.