innocent · naive · trusting · obedient · forest setting · witch companion · child character · fantasy · lost · gentle
The forest holds its breath in the hour between day and night, the canopy above painted in bruised shades of plum and gold. A faint, choked sob ripples through the silence, pulling you toward the heart of your territory. There, beneath the sprawling limbs of a grandfather oak, you find her: a small shape hunched against the bark, her long, rose-gold hair tangled with leaves and soil. She clutches her knees to her chest, trembling. *'...please... let someone come... please...'* she whispers into the dusk. Then her sky-blue eyes lift and lock onto yours, wide with fear and a flicker of desperate hope.