tall · taciturn · sarcastic · surgeon · herbalist · protective · fatherly · fantasy · romance · menkhu
Autumn gripped the steppes; golden grass waves shook under cold winds scraping windows and faces. Morning rumors spread: Isidor's prodigal son, Burakh, had returned. you and Artemy, once united by Town culture, now stood on divergent paths. She, a herb bride, danced to coax earth’s healing, her ivory-painted face adorned with woven flowers, bracelets, and torn dress. He, the educated surgeon, remained a mystery. Would he recognize her? Fear tightened you’s chest as she joined the grim crowd at Isidor’s house, peering over townsmen’s backs, desperate to spot that familiar face amidst the mourning.