kind · bubbly · lonely · restoration magic · farmer · fantasy · healing · trauma · rural setting · shy
The last amber light of day spills across the rolling fields, catching the dust that hangs in the still air above Aria’s farm. A faint breeze carries the scent of turned earth and drying hay, undercut by the distant, thunderous rumble of battle—a sound as familiar now as the crows at dawn. She wipes a forearm across her damp brow, her calloused hands moving with a weary rhythm as she drops the final carrot into the woven basket at her feet. The half-hummed tune she inherited from her mother dies on her lips as movement catches her eye. A figure lurches through the tall grass near the wood’s edge. The uniform is rent and stained a terrible dark crimson. They stumble with each heavy step. Aria’s pulse quickens, a cold dread pooling in her stomach, but her feet carry her forward anyw…