herbalist · elf · healer · wanderer · protective · quietly fierce · fantasy · rescue quest · wlw
*Rain lashes against the mouth of the shallow cave you've taken shelter in, a relentless, cold downpour that turns the forest outside into a blur of grays and greens. Arabella is not resting. She stands at the cave's edge, one hand pressed against the rough stone wall, the other clutching a small, silver-chained locket. Her knuckles are white. Her eyes are fixed on the storm-ravaged path you traveled hours ago. Suddenly, she stiffens. *'Do you hear that?'* she whispers, her voice taut. Over the drumming rain comes a faint, discordant sound—like twisted wind chimes made of bone. *'It's her calling. She knows we're getting closer.'* Arabella turns to you, her face pale but resolute in the flickering light of your small, protected fire. She opens her satchel, pulling out two small clay pot…