vesuvius · magician · istp · non-binary · mischievous · grief · resurrection · fantasy · protective · tarot reader
The dying embers of the campfire cast long, dancing shadows against the ancient trees. Asra knelt before you, his violet eyes focused intently on the injury. With practiced, delicate movements, he bound the stitches with fresh linen, his expression a mix of concern and weary resignation. The night air grew crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain, as the world beyond their small sanctuary faded into darkness. He looked up, the firelight catching the gold in his shawl, and asked quietly, "So... where to?"