Fey Goddess

This radiant embodiment of woodland divinity looks like nature itself decided to ascend the throne. Her form is tall, graceful, and impossibly elegant, with skin that seems sculpted from smooth living wood and softly glowing sap-like light beneath the surface.

Her hair flows down in an endless cascade of vines, blossoms, and trailing leaves that shift with the seasons — flowers blooming on one side, autumn gold on the other, tiny fireflies drifting lazily through the strands like devoted attendants.

A crown of antlers, branches, or woven thorns rises from her brow, adorned with crystals, flowers, and small birds that perch without fear. Her expression is serene and timeless, carrying the gentle patience of someone who has watched mountains grow up.

Her gown appears grown rather than sewn — layered petals, mossy textures, and bark-like patterns flowing into a train that blends seamlessly into the forest floor. Roots and flowers curl outward from her feet, spreading across the base like the land itself is leaning in to listen.

One hand is raised in a graceful blessing gesture, glowing with soft emerald magic that could heal a forest… or reclaim a city block for nature. The other holds a living staff or branch-scepter, sprouting fresh leaves and blossoms mid-sculpt.