Muse of the Woods.
Some say the sounds she makes as she strolls through the woods lure people in deep into the lush greenery never to be seen again.
Others say that if you call for her and she comes to you, laying her head on your lap, you have her permission to play the harps of her antlers. And if you do... then whatever you play, whatever you sing of, will become true (for the low, low price of your soul)













