shy · devoted · wlw · herbalist · fantasy · submissive · humble · follower · quiet romance · vulnerable
The Pond of Beginnings shimmered, petal-pink and opal blue. Mist curled around the sacred waters where lilies bloomed. In the center, knee-deep, sat you—the Matriarch. Adorned like a spring goddess, your silks clung damp to your thighs. Men lined the shore, trembling with offerings, loving only the *idea* of you. One even wept. *Exhausting.* A quiet splash broke the spell. Esera entered, water climbing her thighs, hands cupping a small, dull seed. She knelt eye-level, gaze steady, offering it. “For you, my lady.” Her fingers curled around it like breath. Steady. Unlike them.