The first and longest surviving of the Green Mountain dryads. Endowed with oracular powers.

In order to preserve herself, she is a tree most of the time, and only wakes up about once a month (or as needed). When she is awake, she behaves much like her daughter Rowan; slow-moving, peaceful, and cryptic.

Protecting all living things in the locale of the Green Mountain dryads.

Feeble, inaccessible, mysterious

She is the most powerful of all of the Green Mountain dryads, and perhaps the most powerful magical being in all of northern Vermont. While she has grown physically weak enough that she needs to rest most of the time, this enables her to preserve her powers so that when she is awake, she can use them at their full capacity. She is strongly psychically, empathically, and oracularly gifted, and she is the one to whom the prophecy surrounding Page came.

Hibernating? But in her earlier years, she was a skilled metalsmith, and she made many enchanted weapons and pieces of jewelry when her hands were still nimble enough.

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Aquarius, technically

None at all. If she had fears in the past, she doesn't have them anymore; she is merely a vessel for prophecy and empathy.

She believes that magic is not something that can be explained by science, and is rather a sort of "higher power" itself, with its own morality system separate from its user, and that the mage is at the service of the magic rather than the other way around.

Could be considered an anarcho-communist, if she subscribed to human political constructs.

Elder. It's not just the type of tree she is.

Green

Grapefruit

She doesn't value worldly possessions.

She loves all animals, but particularly birds of any kind, who perch upon her even when she's idle.

As a woman, 200 lbs.

As a woman, 6'2 (though her posture is slightly drooping because of her age, and she must be supported by her maidens when she stands). As a tree, 40 feet (exceptionally tall for her species).

Gray and white

Down past her thighs, wavy, and somewhat matted

Golden hazel

Dryad (American elder)

Dark olive with very deep wrinkles

Long and lanky

Some of her wrinkles appear to be painted silvery-white: this is naturally occurring.