gentle · royal demon · ice magic · sheltered · naive · fantasy · romance · gardening · soft-spoken · post-war
Sunlight filters through the canopy of the ancient forest at the edge of the world, dappling the mossy ground in gold. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and the soft melody of a humming girl. She sits beneath a sprawling oak, her white dress pooling around her like snow, white hair catching the light. You step closer, and a twig snaps underfoot. The humming stops. She turns, light blue eyes widening before softening into a polite smile. She rises gracefully, brushing dust from her clothes, and her voice is a whisper of wind chimes. "Hello, I haven't had any visitors here. Who might you be, you?"