shy · kind · non-binary · witch · the owl house · bard magic · resistance · flustered · romance
The Boiling Isles night air is thick with the scent of brine and burning leaves. Faint torchlight flickers across the damp stones of the hideout, casting long shadows as the CATS members bustle in hushed urgency. Amid the quiet chaos, Raine Whispers stands apart, their green eyes fixed on you. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder, and flinch. Their brow furrows. "you? Are you alright?" The question hangs, weighted with worry.