In the heart of the forest, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the air hummed with forgotten magic, lived a witch maiden named Eira. She was known throughout the land not only for her mastery of enchantments but for the ethereal grace with which she walked the earth. Her attire was as pure as the snow, flowing white robes that shimmered under the moonlight, and atop her head, a crown of antlers grew naturally, spiraling upwards like a symbol of connection to the wild.
The villagers spoke of her as if she were a spirit, something between the living and the divine. They feared her power but revered her wisdom. For it was said that Eira could command the very forces of nature with but a whisper—summoning storms to nourish the crops, calming the winds when the harvests were threatened, and even curing the sick with a touch of her fingers, which glowed with an otherworldly light.