Airaisal feels a little closer to the skydom, teeming with all sorts of close, more benign cousins to the creatures that made their homes under her dominion. Both forests evoke the same implacable sense... of being wholly surrounded, yet alone in peace.
Yggdrasil does not often have company here, which she suspects could be owed to pixie mischief. So when this blue-haired man passes her observation site, she strikes up an acquaintance.
The Primal extends her arm with an expectant smile, offering the abnormally large, dragonfly-like insect perched on her index finger to the young man. Attached to the wispy thing’s long abdomen is a delicate ornamentation— an oddly shaped pincer, disguised with colors.
It will not harm you, she promises in light chimes.
— @scorchingearth ❀ sc.