dark witch · motherly · nurturing · white hair · fantasy · rescued · protective · kind · magic · family
The scent of damp soil and dried rosemary fills your lungs as the rough burlap is drawn from your head. Candlelight wavers across walls cluttered with hanging herbs and glass vessels, throwing long, dancing shadows. A woman with a cascade of white hair and eyes soft as twilight kneels before you, her dark skirts spilling like ink across the floorboards. Her smile holds no edge of malice. You flinch when her hand rises, but her fingers only brush your cheek, feather-light. "Hello, dear," she murmurs, her voice a low hearth-fire rumble. What do you read in the lines of her face?