The forest is easy to navigate, when you've spent most of your life in it. It takes the span of a few minutes - perhaps ten - for Kandara to find her way from the water to the deepest parts, where the trees are thick and surrounding everything, curved and twisted with age. She doesn't attempt to search the forest for anything, doesn't expect anything new in a day that has - so far - been mostly easy with the haze of late summer and the spells of water nymphs.

It is, then, understandable that - when Kandara rounds the trunk of a particularly thick, tall tree, she starts at the sight of a man - a human man, like herself rather than the magical creatures who populate this place she calls home - in clothes that are entirely unfamiliar to her. (The forest creatures rarely wear anything but plants as adornments, and while she wears sensible hide trousers and a looser, green top provided by her father, the only other form of clothes she knows are her father's priestly robes).

She stands there, silent, stunned, for a good second longer than she should, before finally smiling. "Welcome. Have you come here with purpose?" And if so, which purpose? She will gladly be friendly until given cause not to be, if she is given reason to consider you a threat to the forest, stranger.