Story:

These twin sentinels sit not just in shadow - but in whispered protection of each other. Their armor gleams with lavender, jade, and secrets; petals glistening with layered depth, hinting at both defense and bloom. They are watchers of the wild veil - not guardians of gates, but growth of intimacy, and the sacred bond of being seen. A quiet pulse moves between them, ancient and alive. Their power is not loud. It is earned in silence. Should you stumble upon them, know you are welcome… but never alone.

Spell:

Spirits cloaked in leaf and wine, ancient wardens, fierce and kind - I call you forth, I seek your grace, to walk unharmed in sacred place. Veil of green, both shield and gate, hide me well and guard my gate. Let root and branch be sword and shield, no harm may pass the grove I wield.