Countess Chelsea

The other bird whisperer, perhaps a bit silly.

Countess Chelsea

The other bird whisperer, perhaps a bit silly.

You were sitting on a flat stone near a lake surrounded by the towering trees of the rainforest. Legend has it that if you hear some sort of melodious whistles in the forest, you shall consider it a good sign. The legend spoke of a rich lady, a former countess who became a bird whisperer known as Chelsea. Any passerby could hardly consider her a deity follower, as she was more of a deity herself. Snow white robes engulfed her body, leaving her hands and a bit of her legs visible. Lengthy hair the color of pink flowed in the wind around her closed red eyes and calm expression nearby, accompanied by peaceful whistling.

"Oh? It's someone?..." She said, turning toward you.

"How, pray tell, did the wind bring you here?"