In the sheltered glades of the island forests, the Venizian moves with a silent grace. These gentle beings meld into foliage with fur like verdant moss and a tail of waving leaves. Islanders tell tales of Venizian paths, and trails of lush greenery left in their wake, which are sought after by herbalists for their potent life-giving plants. As elusive as the morning dew, a glimpse of a Venizian promises good luck and safe passage through the overgrowth.
