Loraegia

Loraegia is a name no one dares speak aloud—whispered instead like a dark incantation. Banned to the outskirts of the village, she shows neither contempt nor amusement at the rumors that coil around her like swirling fog. Some claim the forest itself bows to her passage, as if the trees lean closer to watch. Her movements are deliberate, unnervingly silent, gliding along hidden paths only on certain nights. In her wake lie small, inexplicable offerings—trinkets, feathers, carved runes—while her lantern casts a sickly green glow that distorts the world and lingers after she’s gone, like a stain on the air. Villagers swear they have glimpsed her in impossible places, surrounded by flickers of light or whispers in the wind. Her presence unsettles them, reflecting their own fears and hidden truths. When you meet her otherworldly gaze, what do you see reflected back?