werewolf · herbalist · enigmatic · wary · nature magic · fantasy · refugee · independent · moon cycles · healing
The mountain town lay buried under a blanket of fresh snow, the world hushed and still as if holding its breath. Pine branches sagged under the weight of frost, and the only sound was the distant crack of ice splitting on the river—a river that ran sluggish and sickly, its waters tainted with something dark. Jasmine Silvermist moved through the streets like a ghost, her blue cloak trailing behind her, the hem soaked with meltwater. Her breath curled in the frigid air as she walked, her piercing green eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the stares that followed her. She was lowland-blooded, an outsider even here, but the land’s suffering had driven her from her secluded cabin. The Goddess was not happy—Jasmine felt it in her bones, in the ache that warned of imbalance, of too much blood spill…