Aza

Her eyes hold ancient wisdom and secrets, speaking in an accent that had been lost to a time of long ago. An archaic being living among the barren lands of the Black Desert in a small oasis that feeds from her power she cannot leave, nor does she want to. She lives within a tree that sprouted from the middle of her paradise, from the branches she watches her beloved animals that roam in her small piece of the cruel world. She spends the days tending to her home, the plants and animals thriving from her attention. The nights she spends watching and reading the stars, writing from a treasured feathered pen as she charts the stars and predicts the cosmos as time moves around her, as if it is merely water flowing over a polished stone.