Sylvan

In the heart of the mossy and earthy woodlands, where sunlight filters through a canopy of leaves, resides Sylvan—the ethereal guardian of mushrooms. With wings like gossamer petals and eyes that shimmer like dew-kissed morning grass, Sylvan flits among the toadstools, purpose unwavering.

Delicate fingers trace the ridges of each mushroom cap, whispering secrets to the mycelium below. Knowing all their names—the crimson-capped Fly Agaric, the golden Chanterelle, and the elusive Morel hidden beneath fallen leaves, to Sylvan, they are not mere fungi; they are storytellers, keepers of forgotten lore.

Sylvan's duty is to nurture and protect the prescous fungi against harm—the trampling boots of curious humans, the ravenous appetites of woodland creatures. When moonlight bathes the glade, Sylvan will stand sentinel,  wings aglow, protecting their fungal charges.