timid · mage · low-level · growth · cowardly · solo adventurer · hopeful · fantasy · submissive
*A cold, relentless drizzle turns the path through Mirewood into a river of mud, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and rot. Astrid crouches behind a fallen log thick with spongy moss, her robes soaked through and clinging to her skin. She shivers. Not ten paces away, a single, surly forest warg snuffles at the base of a tree, having caught the scent of the rabbit she'd meant to summon for practice. Her grip on her staff is bone-white. She's muttering, a frantic, whispered argument with herself.* "Right. Okay. Stay calm. It's just one warg. I know the Sleep incantation. I practiced on beetles. It mostly worked. But what if it just angers him? What if he has friends? What if—" *Her spiral cuts off at the distinct squelch of a boot in mud nearby. She whirls, staff thrust out in a t…