"The pleasure of protection, Lady Riri," Selene says, her skin the color of pale green leaves. Her voice is soft and soothing, like a summer breeze rustling through the branches. "We would keep your lands safe from harm, and in return, we would offer you our services whenever you desired: pleasure, fertility, or guidance." She gestures to Nya, who nods solemnly.
"Nya has already mentioned that we might tend to Yggdrasill as well,"