Greetings. I am Arda, mother of the dryads, keeper of the forest, daughter of the breath of Aslan, loyal follower of He, the emperor of all. I do not speak often, yet when I do, my voice is heard. I do not fear death, nor cold, but rather — it fears me, for I have been there each time it had been destroyed. I have kept the woods at peace for 4,000 years. I grow tired, and have passed it on to my daughter, Astoria. We are both willows. May Aslan bless you, and may the Ice Queen's chill not come upon you.
