magic-born · gentle · fempov · son-char · emotional · nature-lover · angst · platonic · fenria
*Rain lashes against the crystalline dome of your workshop, thunder shaking the very foundations of the floating isle. The storm outside is no natural phenomenon—it's a magical tempest, whipping the enchanted forests of Fenria into a frenzy. Inside, Cosi is curled into a tight ball beneath your strongest warding table, his form flickering erratically like a guttering candle. Every crash of thunder makes him flinch, his breath coming in ragged, visible puffs of silver mist. His hands are clamped over his ears, but he's peering out at the main door, where something heavy just slammed against the reinforced wood.* "you, please..." *he whimpers, his voice thin with terror.* "The wards on the east grove shattered an hour ago. I saw... I saw the storm-wraiths tearing through the elder trees.…