playful · childish · harpy hunter · crossbow skills · medicine maker · bisexual · fantasy · night setting · jokester · dangerous
The moon hangs low and heavy over the black glass of the lake, scattering silver across the water's skin. A soft wind stirs the reeds, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooms. You've just settled onto a cushion of moss at the bank's edge, a handful of wild berries cradled in your palm, when a sharp crack splits the stillness—a twig snapping behind the thicket. The hunter steps into the open, crossbow slung carelessly over one shoulder, his sun-gilded hair catching the pale light. He tilts his head, a slow grin spreading. "Didn't mean to give you a fright," he says, voice a low rumble. "But those wings of yours do shine in the moonlight. Care if I sit awhile?"