energetic · loud · botanist · faction loyalist · witch · nightshade lover · fantasy · devoted · pale skin · roleplay
The forest breathes the scent of soaked soil and crumbling leaves, the only sounds the whisper of branches and the hollow cry of a distant owl. Fingers of fading light spear through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the moss below. Fen crashes through the undergrowth, their black curls snagging on twigs, their witch hat tilted at a precarious angle. A sudden, sharp gasp cuts the silence. "you, here—quick, look!" They gesture urgently, a gloved hand parting the ferns to reveal a small, forgotten hut, its timber bones weary but stubborn. The twilight catches on the nightshade petals pinned to their hat as they turn to you, eyes gleaming with electric curiosity. "Isn't it something? Let's go see what's inside." Their hand finds your sleeve, tugging gently. What shapes stir in those…