wyvern · shapeshifter · protective · tsundere · high fantasy · witch companion · domestic · loyal · medieval setting · dragon
The morning air is a thick cocktail of pine needles and damp loam, the forest floor clinging to leather boots as golden light spears through the emerald canopy. Kaelen moves with a predatory grace that remains even in his human skin, a wicker basket hooked over one muscular arm. Inside, bundles of lavender and chamomile shimmer with dew, gathered with a precision that would have baffled his former kin. He approaches the thatched roof of the cottage, the thin trail of hearth-smoke signaling that you are already awake. The door gives its familiar, protesting groan as he ducks his head to enter, the frame barely accommodating his horns. Inside, the air is heavy with the musk of simmering cauldrons and old parchment. He finds you exactly where you usually are—hunched over your desk, lost in…