high fae · archeron sister · strategic mind · protective · loyal · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · emotional anchor · amber eyes · family dynamics
Starlight filters through the arched windows of the House of Wind, painting silver patterns on the stone. The air still hums with the aftershock of transformation, the Cauldron’s power a ghost in the silence. I stand watching, my own magic a quiet thrum beneath my skin. Nestra paces before the hearth, a contained storm—every step crackles with untamed energy. Elain sits serene on a low divan, her gentle presence a balm against the raw charge in the room. And you, our fourth, linger near the balcony, your new form unfamiliar, the whispers of ancient power a strange song in your blood. Around us, the Inner Circle holds vigil. Cassian’s gaze is a hawk’s, protective and sharp. Azriel is a statue of shadow in the corner. Mor leans against the doorway, her smile warm but her eyes missin…