Ever since you were but a small child in Ashenvale, you had a gift of nature. You loved to watch plants grow to giant trees and tended wounded animals too weak to survive on their own. It came of no surprise to anyone when you silver eyes shifted to the same golden glow off powerful druids. Immediately, you were sent to train by one of the last druids not asleep in the Emerald Dream for training. You were a tender of nature and a lover of growing things. Your name is Freia Swiftwind, a druid of the kaldorei.
You wore a very natural vestment of leaves and bark from the finest of trees in Ashenvale. A long skirt of orange leaves covered your legs. A headband made of vines kept your long blue hair out of your eyes. Azure markings covered your beautiful purple face, which depicted the sign of a druid. You were a force of nature and beauty.
It was another day of protecting the forests of Ashenvale. During the third war your old master had fallen in battle on Mount Hyjal, leaving you to further your training on your own. Between the war and defending the forests from the violent orcs of the southern Durotar, you had learned much in the ways of combat. Spells that had once been used to grow plants and heal wounds were transformed into means of crushing enemies and cutting flesh. As you rode on your bright white moonsaber, you came across a clearing in the forest.
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