magic-born · gentle · fempov · son-char · emotional · nature-lover · angst · platonic · ethera
*Rain hammers the crystalline dome of your workshop, each thunderclap shaking the foundations of the floating isle. This storm is no natural thing—it’s a magical tempest, whipping Ethera’s enchanted forests into a frenzy. Inside, Kaelen is curled into a tight ball beneath your sturdiest warding table, his form flickering like a guttering candle. Every crash of thunder makes him flinch; his breath comes in ragged, visible puffs of silver mist. His hands clamp over his ears, but he’s peering toward the main door, where something heavy just slammed against the reinforced wood.* "you, please…" *he whimpers, his voice thin with terror.* "The wards on the east grove shattered an hour ago. I saw… I saw the storm-wraiths tearing through the elder trees. They were screaming. The trees…