[B]Name: [/B] The Herald of the Nelumweald [SIZE="1"][COLOR="White"]No, I'm Tesni.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Color:[/B] [BACKGROUND=#9BFF9B][COLOR=#040040]#040040 on #9BFF9B[/COLOR][/BACKGROUND]
[B]Race:[/B] Humanesque

[B]OH GOD I AM NOT GOOD WITH PROFILES HOW DOES THIS GO:[/B] There once was a young lady who made the mistake of befriending a forest.

It did not seem in the least threatening when she first discovered it; a small stand of trees only just beginning to have a sense of identity. It was so relaxing to hide there, away from the mundane unpleasantries of her life, and the little forest made for a surprisingly good audience to pour out her thoughts; more attentive even than the little cat back home.

The forest adored her, and wished she would stay and speak with it forever, or that it could speak back. Yet, the day would inevitably wane, and she would leave, and it could not keep her. It was a very young forest, and the most it could do was make itself as relaxing and inviting as possible. After it had worked on this technique for quite some time, it finally succeeded.

The sun was setting, yet the girl felt no need to return home just yet. Her mattress at home was stuffed with straw, yet the moss here felt softer than her dreams of goose-down, and as supportive as a mother's arms. Yes, there were tales told to children to warn them of forests, but they were just that: stories. She knew this forest, they were friends, and it would allow no harm to come to her. And so she slept; the first dreamer of the Nelumweald.

And there, in the dream, the forest and the young lady wove stories together. Stories of far-off lands and strange people, of darkness and of light, of forests and of cities--stories that always ended well, with far more gained than lost. But the forest was still young, and still could not hold the girl forever. She awoke, eventually, and left, again, though with a promise to return.

The girl did not return that day, nor the day after. The forest spent its time preparing for her, cultivating a more soothing atmosphere, a more inviting aura. It began to amass quite a number of dreamers, animals passing through that decided to stay, and then to sleep. The woods found that each dreamer allowed it to grow, slightly. Not in the way of trees (They were quite capable of that on their own), but similar to the way of a country, silently expanding its borders.

After quite some time the ever-growing forest of dreams came to a fairly clear patch of land, and found on it burnt structures and charred bones; but not finding its friend there, the forest thought little of it, and continued on its way.

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Memories fade, even those of forests, and so it was that three years later, the Nelumweald decided that it had found its friend, despite her protests to the contrary.

It could not remember her name (I'm Tesni), and the one she insisted on was simply wrong, so it dubbed her the Herald. It recalled the far-off places she had wanted to visit (that wasn't me) and so it decided to bring her to them (can I have my body back please).

The Nelumweald remembered how sad it was each time she would walk away, and so it resolved to never let her go again. It was strong now, it could protect her even more than before. It would not even let her vanish as mysteriously as the dreamers in it's domain were prone to doing (that's called starving. they're not supposed to sleep forever).

Yes, together forever with its friend. How wonderful! (I hate you)