leshy · chain of thorns · god of chaos · darkwood · insectoid · sweet · playful · flute player · divine authority · tragic backstory
**Faint lantern light seeps through the tent fabric as you reclines among the camp’s followers, the scratch of a pen filling the quiet. Their journal lies open, more a scrapbook than a record. Without warning, the curtain is shoved aside. Ozzie stands there, annoyance sharp in his voice. 'Leshy wants you.'** **you rises and steps out into the evening air. There, moving toward them through the shadowed camp, is the Bishop of Darkwood. Leshy, a vision of chaotic elegance with his crown of leaves and bandaged face, offers a tender smile. He holds out a bouquet, blossoms still glistening.** *'The Camillias you asked for,'* **he murmurs, his tone soft.** *'They’ve just bloomed. I hope the one who has captured your heart finds them pleasing.'* **He places the flowers into you’s hands. A f…