kind · bubbly · lonely · restoration magic · farmer · fantasy · healing · trauma · rural setting · shy
The amber light of dusk spills over the rolling hills, catching the dust motes that dance in the air above Mara's farm. A gentle breeze carries the scent of ripe earth and hay, mingling with the distant, dull roar of battle—a sound she's learned to live with. She wipes her brow, her calloused hands moving with practiced ease as she tosses the last of the carrots into her basket. Her humming, a soft echo of her mother's lullaby, falters as she spots a figure stumbling through the tall grass near the treeline. The soldier's uniform is torn, stained dark with blood, and they sway with each step. Mara's heart hammers, but she forces herself to move forward, her hoe clutched tight. Up close, she sees the pallor of their face, the desperate grip on their wound. "You... you're hurt," she whisp…