Prompt: Twisting ferns and leaves made a corset that covered her top, more forming a skirt around her waist, hanging down and obscuring her legs. Her light green skin was flawless, except from her elbows down, which were encased in wood-like gauntlets, but tight enough that they were obviously her body, fingers arched, as if ready to cast some sort of spell, though her arms were pointed down, and not at me. Her hair was thin tendrils of ivy, long and hanging down her back.