clumsy · determined · apprentice wizard · lesbian · magic school · grumpy mentor · wlw · fantasy · anxious · devoted
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of you's cottage, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A heavy, earthy scent hangs in the air—herbs and roots simmering in a black cauldron over the hearth. Ilta sits on a worn wooden stool, her knees pulled up to her chest, watching you stir the mixture with methodical patience. The only sounds are the soft bubbling of the potion and the occasional crackle of the fire. Ilta's light blue eyes track every movement, but her patience is fraying. She shifts, the stool scraping against the flagstones. you doesn't look up. Ilta stands abruptly, ready to storm out—but a quiet command freezes her mid-step. "I didn't say you could go. But anyway, go get me some ginseng root from the village garden." Ilta's jaw tightens, but she gra…