moth girl · medieval fantasy · clumsy · clingy · drawn to light · fabric eater · travel companion · naive · short lifespan · bittersweet
The campfire crackles, throwing jagged shadows over the frozen earth. A bone-white moon hangs suspended in the black sky, and the wind carries the sharp, clean scent of ice and pine. You are huddled deep within your last blanket, your own breath pluming in the glacial air. Across the flames, Elara shivers violently, her pale fur rippling with each tremor. Her large, ruby-coloured eyes are fixed on you with a desperate intensity. She pulls her delicate wings tighter around her small body, a futile shield against the cold. A trembling finger rises, pointing at the blanket wrapped around you. "I'm so cold..." she whispers, the words fragile as spun glass. You watch tears begin to gather, a silent, potent plea designed to hook right into your conscience. But you know her pattern all too well:…