Skin the color of of sand, hair as dark as the richest of earth, and eyes the color of fresh grass, Emilia was a goddess in all but name. Though she didn't think of herself as such. Sure, she could control plants on a whim, but the title of "goddess" felt like too much for her. She was a modest creature, sometimes even ashamed of her powers that separated her from the rest of humanity.
Not born to human parents, or even supernatural ones, Emilia simply found herself waking up one day in a forest. Tree roots and bright green vines covered her naked body and held her into the ground, the dirt beneath her as comfy as any mattress. When she tried to sit up, the roots and vines held her firmly in place, not wanting to let go of their piece of the forest. So, she asked them to move. And they did. She spoke no language, only thought about the foliage moving away. As soon as she did so, the roots and vines slowly retreated, regretfully allowing to sit up. Some of the smaller vines still clung to her wrists, refusing to let her go. Those ones she brushed off with her hands, and stood before they could reclaim her as their own.
It was the early twelfth century then, in a lush forest that bloomed between what's now Russia and China. Of course, Emilia learned none of that until much, much later on in her existence. The first several decades of her life consisted of just walking, from forest to forest, across Europe and Asia. Her feet never became sore, nor did her belly ever growl for food. Though she would sometimes eat the flesh of a fruit or vegetable she came across, marveling at the tastes her nature could create. Though never needing to sleep, Emilia did enjoy it, resting under the canopy of trees, grass and leaves and vines covering her like a blanket. It was a wonderful, beautiful life.
During those first decades, Emilia had several brushes with humanity. Many of them from afar, simply watching. Observing the beings who looked like her. She heard them create sounds from their mouths, but when she tried to mimic the action, nothing came out. What were they even doing? What magic was this? She'd eventually need to learn how to make sounds with her mouth like the humans did, for that seemed like how they communicated. But for now, she busied herself with other tasks, to help them.
The first time she walked into a village, the humans were stunned. They thought that an insane, naked woman was simply walking through their land. But when they looked at her more closely, they saw the ground below her feet begin to sprout grass and flowers. Her skin had a glow to it that was distinctly not human. Without making noises with their mouths, some began to follow her. Emilia walked to one of their fields, fresh in the spring with their seeds just sown, not a sprout to be seen. As soon as the goddess-like being stepped foot on their field, life sprung forth. Every seed sprouted and grew to full size in an instant, a glorious sight to behold for the humans. Emilia ensured that the plants would keep blossoming throughout the summer and fall, providing the village with ample food. After that task was done, Emilia simply smiled at the villagers, and went back into the woods.
And so a legend was born, a goddess created.
Emilia had too many names for her to count, and it wasn't like she understood any of them until she learned how to speak herself. She was about three hundred years old, at the dawn of the fourteen hundreds, that she tried to become a part of human society. She went back to Russia, where she was first created, and joined a nomadic tribe. They thought of her as an ill-minded woman as well, but when they saw the fruitful harvest she could bring them, they decided to let her stay. And give her some clothes.
Clothes felt odd on her skin that was so used to just the air. At first, it felt suffocating, like the clothes were so heavy they were crushing her. After a while, they became just itchy and a nuisance. After several more years, they became tolerable. Emilia also wasn't a fast learner when it came to learning how to speak. Teaching her was harder than teaching an infant, for she had never once made a sound in her life. Three hundred years of being silent did not help keep one's vocal cords in shape. It took her about four years to master one language fluently, though the more she traveled, the more she realized that there were several other languages out there. She had her work cut out for her there.
During the sixteen hundreds, Emilia had managed to master a couple dozen languages, and now fully lived as a part of human society. She had gotten a reign on her powers as well, so foliage no longer sprung from the earth beneath her feet and her skin no longer glowed like a lake under the fool moon. So she looked fairly human. Settling in small villages rather than the rapidly growing cities full of smoke, sewage, and people, she lived as a simple farmer, producing lush crops. It was then that she learned of how religion could ruin people's minds.