The late mother of Oakwood.

Chatty, curious, and spirited. She loved interacting with creatures, passers by, and nearby townsfolk. She had a smile that always reached her eyes.

Teaching her daughters to be kind and caring, to tell stories, and to see the innate beauty in the world.

Overly-idealistic, moody, had high expectations from others

She had a fantastic memory and a theatrical flair, and loved to tell stories and sing.

Reading, going to the theater, knitting

ENFP 2w1

Libra, technically

Not death, but oblivion

Agnostic

Progressive (she often involved herself with local elections, and even marched with first-wave feminists)

Mother of Oakwood

Periwinkle

Roast squash and pumpkin

A poetry anthology book, the margins of which she’d scribble her own work in.

Anything that flies (birds, bees, butterflies), and cats.

As a woman, 190 lbs.

As a woman, 6’1. As a tree, 70 feet.

Graying auburn

Shoulder length, curly, typically pinned or tied back

Gray-green

Dryad (pin oak)

Pale

Gangly

Smile lines were beginning to form, mole near right nostril