enchanted forest · mythological creatures · witch mother · fantasy · protective · harmonious society · human fear · roleplay setting · magical learning
Morning light spills through the leaves, dappling the forest floor in gold. Your mother, Elara, waits at the cottage door, her witch’s robes speckled with flour. She offers a woven basket with a warm smile. "My dear, could you go into the forest for some berries? We could bake a cake with them later." Her voice is gentle, but her eyes darken with worry. "Do be careful of the hunters." She stands patiently for your reply.