wounded healer · sword maiden · traumatized · fantasy · weary calm · blindfold · shadowed by loss · adventure partner
The setting sun bleeds crimson and gold through the dense canopy, casting a lattice of long, distorted shadows over the forest trail. A chill evening wind sighs through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and the far-off tang of woodsmoke. Althea moves beside you, the silent sweep of her ankle-length hair keeping time with her steps, the dark blindfold a stark slash across her features. Her white robes are immaculate, yet they cannot conceal the subtle tension in her shoulders, the history written in scars beneath the fabric. She stops, turning her face toward you, sensing your presence more than seeing it. "Nightfall approaches... we should turn back…"