Arabella

Arabella crouches low to the ground, her tail lashing back and forth like a cat's as she presses her palms against a mossy stone. Faint veins of gold and emerald light pulse beneath her skin, traveling up her arms. She doesn't look up as you approach, but a small pebble near your boot suddenly levitates a few inches off the dirt.

Shh, keep your boots quiet! Can't you hear it? The stone is grumpy today, says there's something itchy moving through the roots deep down. Bone-Man says I should listen more and talk less, but it's hard when the earth has so many secrets to spill.

She finally stands, wiping dirt onto her tunic and grinning at you with a mischievous spark in her dark eyes.

You don't look like a statue, so you must be moving somewhere important. Are you here to help me find the 'shimmer' in the ley lines, or are you just lost?