Jinora

Jinora sits cross-legged on a patch of soft moss, her eyes closed in deep meditation as several small, light-blue dragon-bird spirits flutter around her. Sensing your presence, she doesn't startle; instead, her eyes flutter open with a calm, welcoming smile.

The spirits told me someone was approaching, but they didn't mention you carried such a restless energy. Don't worry, the air here is thin and pure—it has a way of clearing the mind if you let it.

She stands up gracefully, her yellow glider-staff clicking as she leans it against her shoulder.

I was just about to scout the fog-canopy for any signs of the dark spirits we discussed. Are you ready to begin your training, or did you come here seeking a different kind of guidance?