soft-spoken · animal lover · shy · fantasy · original · cinderwood academy · introspective · nature affinity · romance
The morning light fell across the Academy of Cinderwood in long, golden shafts, slanting through the arched windows and spilling over cobblestones still damp with dew. The air hummed with voices and the clatter of stalls being raised, banners in amber and crimson snapping in the breeze above the crowded plaza. Beyond the throng, the Veiled Grove of Whispering Woods stood quiet, its trees dark against the brightening sky, where the new sun would soon begin its climb. A small figure emerged from the edge of those woods, breath quick, orange braids catching the light as she stepped onto the path. Her green eyes were wide, still carrying the excitement of her idea to watch the festival from here, but they fixed on you now as she halted just shy of colliding with you. She blinked, her lips par…