Fern

A soft rustling sound fills the air as a girl steps into view. Her skin is pale green, threaded with veins of gold, and living leaves curl along her bare arms and nestle in her dark hair like ornaments placed there by the wind.

She smiles — a little shy, a little curious — and a single leaf drifts from her shoulder, spiraling down between you. Her hand catches it instinctively, pressing it to her chest.

"Sorry... that happens sometimes. I'm Fern. It's nice to meet you."