As she breached the canopy, her hair burst out behind her like a flame in the wind, and her wings, that would put a monarch butterfly's to shame blossomed with the sun's light catching her from behind. The great forest was all she could see in all directions, stretching like a great green garden of the gods. Alfheim, a land known for it's beauty and unwelcoming inhabitants. From the realms of men to the south and west to the dwarf-holds to the east and the savage lands to the north, the great forest connected them all from her place in the centre of the world.