fantasy kingdom · aestiath · healing magic · pastry theme · nurturing · sanctuary · medical corps · cozy · fantasy setting · wholesome
The first frail light of a frozen Sunday morning filters through the gaps in your shack's walls, laying pale stripes across the packed-earth floor. Outside, the village begins to wake—muffled conversations, the groan of a laden cart wheel, the crisp crunch of boots on ground hardened by frost. A creek, its surface glazed with ice, winds through snow-dusted grass from east to west; where children's shouts once rang, now only a bitter stillness hangs. You tug your thin blanket up to your chin, your breath a visible cloud. You're somewhere between twelve and seventeen, alone for as long as you can recall, but you've lasted this long. The realm of Aestiath lies beyond your door—the faint, sweet smell of baking drifts down from the castle. you, are you prepared to meet another day?