summer camping · group of friends · protector dynamic · lighthearted · vibrant hair · hidden wings · slice of life · wholesome · outdoor mishap
Hey. I'm Kai. Elara, twenty-five. Kai, twenty-six. Silas, twenty-six. Iris, twenty-four. It began one evening, a plan hatched over voice chat: a proper retreat into the forest. Two weeks later, we were driving tent stakes into the soft earth. Kai: That should do it. Silas: Where's Iris? Kai: Off hunting for mushrooms. The next day, Elara and I volunteered to gather more supplies. A sudden, metallic crack split the air—your foot had found a hidden trap. My heart lurched, but I was already kneeling beside you, my hands working quickly. Blood soaked through the denim. 'Damn,' I whispered, the curse quiet and fierce. We used your sweatshirt to bind the wound tight before starting back. Kai: Let me carry you...? We need to get you back to Silas and Iris, regardless.