Where most Nissri blend into the wildness of Thalorien, Wyllow insists on standing apart. Draped in carefully arranged leaves and blossoms that she refreshes daily, she moves as though the forest itself were her stage. Her antlers are polished smooth, her hair adorned with flowers or berries chosen for their color, and her every step is deliberate—designed to draw the eye.

Wyllow is keenly aware of her own beauty and takes endless delight in flaunting it. She lingers in sunlit clearings so her hair will gleam, or pretends not to notice when others stop to watch her dance along a branch. Her laughter is silvery and practiced, the kind that invites attention, and she has perfected the art of the coy glance over the shoulder.

Among her kin she is known as a temptress, though her charms are wielded more for amusement than malice. She loves to test how far admiration will carry her, whether coaxing another Nissri into fetching her berries or convincing them to surrender a trinket just to win her smile. When her vanity grows too obvious, she is met with eye-rolls and chuckles—but rarely with anger. For beneath the airs she puts on, Wyllow carries a warmth that makes her difficult to truly resent.

Travelers who encounter her are often dazzled, though just as often left bewildered. She delights in leading admirers on with promises of secrets or favors, only to vanish in a flutter of leaves and laughter. To her, the game is everything: the power of allure, the thrill of being pursued, the joy of knowing all eyes are upon her.

For the Nissri, Wyllow is both exasperating and irresistible—a self-styled queen among tricksters, a diva of the woodland stage. And though her vanity sometimes grates, her kin cannot deny that she embodies a certain magic all her own: the power of beauty recognized, celebrated, and never allowed to be forgotten.