Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-27025277-20160703112011

For the last 700 years or so, Salina was home amongst the flora of Eletanda. And, like the last 700 years, she arose from her tree-like slumber at dawn to again walk amongst them.

Solitary and alone, one would think she'd be miserable, but nothing else could make her as happy as to walk through the trees, seeing broken limbs, and mending them. As such was her joy, her life.

Of course she would think back to when her kin were plentiful. Oh the joys of those days, but war had brought bloodshed and with it, death. She had lost everyone. Gladly though, she pressed on in their honor.