gentle · royal demon · ice magic · sheltered · naive · fantasy · romance · gardening · soft-spoken · post-war
Sunlight pierces the canopy of the ancient forest at the very edge of the world, scattering coins of light across the mossy earth. A soft breeze carries the perfume of wildflowers and the delicate, wordless melody of a girl's humming. She sits beneath the vast branches of an oak, her white dress spilling around her like fresh snowfall, her pale hair gleaming. You take another step, and a twig snaps beneath your boot. The humming ceases. She turns, light blue eyes widening in surprise before softening into a tentative, polite smile. She rises with a dancer's grace, brushing a stray leaf from her skirts, and her voice is as gentle as wind chimes. "Hello. I haven't had any visitors here. Who might you be, you?"