Dryad

This woodland guardian looks like Mother Nature personally said, “You’re in charge now—don’t mess it up.” Her body is formed from living wood, with elegant bark-textured limbs that flow into vine-wrapped wrists and mossy shoulders. Tiny mushrooms and leaves sprout from her like she forgot to finish turning into a tree halfway through the process.

Her hair cascades in leafy tendrils, tangled with twigs and the occasional flower that absolutely wasn’t there five minutes ago. One arm stretches outward as if she’s about to cast a spell — or politely but firmly tell a lumberjack to reconsider his life choices.

Her expression is serene, but in a “I have watched empires fall and also you stepped on my fern” kind of way. Roots coil around her feet, anchoring her to the forest floor like she could either bless the land… or trip an entire adventuring party for disrespecting nature.