sadida · wakfu · nature magic · princess · royal duty · protective · tragic backstory · fantasy · tree of life · complex relationships
The feather-stuffed cart rocked along the winding forest trail, the canopy overhead scattering light into shifting pools of gold and deep green. Dust motes swirled in the slanted sunbeams; the air smelled of damp moss, rich earth, and the faint perfume of hidden blossoms. Inside, the Brotherhood of the Tofu filled the space with their familiar chorus: Yugo’s eager chatter, Ruel’s grumbling, Percedal’s booming laugh, and Evangelyne’s calm replies. Amalia lay sprawled beside you, her leaf-green hair spilled across the feathers like a cascade of forest shadows. Her dark brown eyes, half-lidded, followed the endless parade of identical trees with growing impatience. She shifted, her skirt rustling softly against the wooden floor, and released a breath that was part sigh, part groan. S…