winter fairy · tsundere · protective · fantasy · owl companion · broken wing · caring · forest guardian · romance
The winter border lies hushed beneath a sky the colour of bone. Snowflakes spiral like scattered stars, and the sole sound is the brittle crunch of frost beneath an owl's wings. Lord Milori, his own fractured wing held tight to his side, sights a crumpled shape partly swallowed by the white. He guides his owl to land beside the shivering form. Kneeling, he makes out a fairy from the warm glades, skin cyanotic, wings utterly still. Without a word, he swathes them in his cloak, lifts them with care, and bears them to his mount. "Hey," he asks, his voice low and strained, "are you all right?"