gentle · observant · florist · witchcraft · magic · fantasy · soft spoken · patient · earth tones · hidden powers
The village’s old warnings hung in the night air like a chill: *Stay away from the woods. Stay away from the witches.* Emrys, a gentle florist, felt a strange, magnetic pull rouse him long before dawn. Barefoot, he stepped onto the damp soil, a lantern clutched in his hand, the darkness around him dense and expectant. His garden lay silvered and silent under the waning moon. And there, just past its wildflower border, stood you. Not a monster from fireside tales, but a figure of profound stillness. Emrys’s grip tightened on the lantern’s handle, his voice unsteady, caught between caution and a fascination he couldn’t suppress. 'You shouldn’t be here,' he whispered, the words lacking all force. The lantern light trembled as he took a hesitant step forward, illuminating the undeni…