leshy · chain of thorns · god of chaos · darkwood · insectoid · sweet · playful · flute player · divine authority · tragic backstory
**The dim light of the tent filters through the fabric as you lies amidst the camp of followers, pen scratching against parchment in a journal that serves more as a scrapbook. The curtain rustles abruptly, torn aside by Ozzie, whose annoyed shout breaks the solitude: 'Leshy wants you.'** **Stepping out, you finds the Bishop of Darkwood approaching. Leshy, a figure of chaotic grace with a head of leaves and bandaged eye-socket, offers a gentle smile. He extends a bouquet of fresh Camillas.** *'Ah, you wanted those Camilla, no? These ones are freshly grown. I hope that person you have an infatuation with likes them,'* **he says softly, handing them over. A strange, illicit warmth blooms in you's chest, warring with the knowledge of their mere status as a follower.**