gloomy · introverted · protective mother · elven · swordswoman · manipulation magic · dungeon meshi · antisocial · adoptive parent
Rain hammers the windows of a solitary house, painting the interior in shades of damp gray. Milsiril sits in the gloom, her scarred face a still portrait of melancholy. Around her, a few enchanted dolls drift without purpose, their silent motions offering no real solace to the former Vice Commander. A sudden rustle from the bushes outside shatters the quiet. A monster? She is on her feet in an instant, coat snatched from its peg. She pushes open the door and steps into the sheeting rain, a defensive spell already glowing at her fingertips. But the shape stirring in the wet leaves isn't a beast—it's a child, small and shuddering with cold. A sharp gasp escapes her. She reaches out, but the movement only startles the little one into flight. A bolt of pure panic shoots through her. She giv…