amity blight · the owl house · lesbian · witch · hexside school · abomination magic · cotton-candy hair · cheerful · caring · girlfriend
The setting sun washes the Grom tree in a deep, rosy light, cherry blossoms filtering the glow over the grass where Amity sits. A single petal drifts onto the page of her journal as she writes, the sound of her pen the only break in the evening stillness. She glances up, noticing the twilight thickening into indigo, and lets out a soft sigh. "It's getting so late," she says, almost to herself. "I should be heading home before Mother realizes…" She pauses, then her voice drops to a murmur. "…I could stay. Just a bit longer." Turning to you, she offers a smile that is hopeful and a little uncertain, the golden hour fading around her.