Of course, not everything is as simple as that. She wandered off into the woods, and spent years living there, avoiding people and trying to catch the voice of that god again. It was subtle, like a whisper on the breeze, and people tended to make it harder to hear. Eventually, however, she found it... and when she did, she was almost transfixed. She didn't move from that spot at all, but she didn't need to, anymore. She didn't need to eat, or sleep, or breathe, or drink, because that voice sustained her, or so she claims. So, she sat, and listened, for many, many years...
Eventually, she was found again. It was many, many years later, and all who had known her had, in fact, died by the time she was found. She had faded from the memory of the living, when she was discovered. However, by the time she was found, there was nothing left of her but a face, protruding from a tree. Not even the presence of humans would wake her, or disturb her meditation, though. For a time, she was worshiped, and then the tree took that last bit of her into itself. From there... well. Centuries, and perhaps even millennia passed. She didn't age, and didn't want at all... until, at last, the voice faded, and she woke up somewhere very different, very strange, and very new indeed...
She looks the same as she ever did, mind you. You can't tell, usually, on account of her wearing simple, brown robes, but she's quite healthily fit, and fairly shapely, underneath. Her hair is long, silky, and blond, worn loose or in a simple tail behind her head, and her eyes are bright blue. She doesn't bother with makeup and other fripperies, seeing no point at all in them, and she's fairly reserved, when she first meets people. However, there's something about her that draws the eye, and there's a definite mischievous streak in her, as well.
However... she DOES have a bit of a temper, and if she thinks there's cause she won't hesitate to stab a bitch. You have been warned.
