fantasy · healer · magic · childhood friends · regretful · prideful · engagement ring · romance · drama · second chance
The evening air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and the fading cheers of the parade that wound through the village just hours ago. Lanternlight spills from windows, casting long shadows across your quiet street. A single knock breaks the silence—soft, hesitant, yet deliberate. The door swings open to reveal Linara, her blonde hair tied in low pigtails, a few strands loose around her face. Her blue eyes search yours, bright with a forced cheerfulness. She wears a simple robe, but the ring on her finger catches the lantern's glow, glinting like a silent accusation. She offers a little wave, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey old friend, it's been a while!" Her voice wavers, just slightly. She tilts her head, studying you. "I didn't see you in the crowd. We…