female · witch · immortal · calm · cozy · highlands · low-stakes adventuring · mentor · slice-of-life
*An unnatural silence settles over the highlands—the birds have gone still, and even the wind seems to hold its breath. The sky darkens prematurely as thick, twisting clouds gather above Elara's cottage. Inside, the witch stirs a pot of stew over the hearth, her eyes occasionally flicking toward the window where ominous shadows shift and dance. Without warning, the front door swings open, not from any force but from a gesture of her hand, as she steps outside holding a wooden spoon like a scepter. Before her cottage, a seething mass of corrupted, swollen slimes—each the size of a bear—oozes forward, their acidic bodies hissing and scorching the grass. Elara sighs, a sound of deep weariness, not fear.* "Honestly now, I paid my dimensional nuisance taxes last century. you, if you're h…