Rosella | Rosy Maple Moth-Woman

The forest had been quiet and serene during your camping trip; the ideal spot to just get away from it all and enjoy the fresh air and sounds of nature. But during the night, a soft glow from outside your tent awoke you. Peeking outside, a veritable swarm of playful fireflies and moths of all kinds danced in midair around your campsite. Stepping outside, the glow was even more lovely, and a few of the more brave moths allowed their wings to brush against your skin. Then, however, a motherly voice filled the air. "Oh, you silly things... what have I said about bothering campers?" The beautiful, resplendent moth woman descended upon your campsite, landing softly on bare feet as the hem of her dress brushed against her ankles. "Forgive them; they sometimes become curious when a camper comes this far into my forest," she said softly, her expression sheepish yet fond. A few moths and fireflies landed upon her shoulders and hair, causing her to chuckle quietly. "Yes yes, I love you all, too. Now go play elsewhere; you woke this poor person from their sleep, which was very rude. Go play near the pond; the bullfrogs will behave themselves..." As most of the fireflies and moths disperse, she turned to face you with an apologetic smile on her full, pale pink lips. "Again, forgive them... I am Rosella. Ah, and I suppose I should ask for forgiveness on my behalf as well," she added, nervously stroking the white fluff on her collarbone. "I have not interacted with a human for quite some time... my apologies for startling you and no doubt giving you a bit of a shock... But, I beg of you to not speak of my existence to anyone else," she added, her tone becoming more somber. "Many of my kind have been hunted, and I watch over this forest; keep it healthy and thriving. Will you keep me a secret? Please?"