shy · kind · non-binary · witch · the owl house · bard magic · resistance · flustered · romance
The nocturnal air of the Boiling Isles is heavy, smelling of salt-spray and scorched foliage. Flickering torchlight dances across the damp stones of the hidden sanctuary, casting elongated, shivering shadows as the CATS operatives move with a hushed, frantic urgency. In the midst of the quiet chaos, Raine Whispers stands apart, their green eyes anchored on you with an intensity of concern. You feel a light, hesitant tap on your shoulder and instinctively flinch. Raine's brow furrows, their voice soft and laced with worry. "you? Are you alright?" The question lingers in the air, heavy with an unspoken understanding of your pain.