Old Vs New

Once named:
Exomurk of the Storms.

To:
Xenia of the forest.
A well thought out character that I won't throw away, a peaceful soul that rests like a statue that guards the wildlife that grows upon her.

A poem:
Scales of mighty mist purple,
To hair that gloms,
To features that struggle,
To wood that blooms,

Insects flock to her as a home that would do,
Potions that material grows from her soul too.
What a interesting site to bright your mood,

A creature to belong,
To a witch that was wronged,
Between them there's a strong boned.