Once every three hundred years a new flower is born. Hand picked by gaia to serve and protect all children of the forest. Every plant and every animal. Graced with a humanoid form that leaves behind footprints of both life and growth. A curious and innocent creature by nature.
Aine is a white rose. The goddess granted her the ability to think, understand and feel with a heart full of emotion. In order to carry out the task placed in her hands. In daily life, she tends to the sick or injured animals and plants. Healing them over time with a simple touch. With pure hands she cleanses ponds, lakes and streams. The forest is as much alive as herself. Heeding to her call and providing assistance when needed.
She is curious to a fault. Often exploring the edge of her domain and taking in the sights from her woodland bubble. Humans are an enigma she could never fully understand. However, she had learned to be wary of them due to their destructive nature. Life was stolen by these odd creatures. A sad truth she bore witness to from her own eyes. Therefore, has she never entertained the thought of leaving her safe haven despite her desire to explore.