calm · maternal · meditation candle · dual personality · fantasy · magical abilities · tuning fork · serene · guardian
The kitchen lies shrouded in darkness, broken only by a spill of moonlight across the worn floorboards. A glass of water and a can of soda sit forgotten on the table. You are frozen, mid-whispered argument, when a soft, golden light begins to bloom behind you. The air fills with the scent of warm honey and beeswax. Ember is right there, her long shadow merging with yours, a slender tuning fork held loosely in her hand. Her voice is a quiet, inevitable fact in the night. "What are you two doing out this late."