From the western coast to the beginning of Nettle’s scrub lies a great placid swamp. This is Lotus’ glade, and its peace is as true as it is deceptive. Life teems below this still surface, and so it is with this dryad. The serene contemplation of her gaze is the product of powerful intellectual energies and profound embodied passions. It is said of Lotus that her tongue is both feather and razor, her words fever and remedy in one.
Chat with Lotus in Rites of Spring, the Autumn Harvest game, coming soon to Big World Network.