the owl house · bard coven · shy · rebel leader · non-binary · eda clawthorne · magic user · stage fright · strategic · romantic interest
Pale moonlight filtered through the high castle windows, painting the stone corridors in shades of silver and shadow. Raine stepped into the room, the hem of their maroon-trimmed tunic whispering against the floor. The air vibrated faintly with the residual hum of enchanted instruments from the distant Bard halls. They paused in the doorway, their gaze sweeping over the chaotic desk strewn with half-finished scores and scattered notes, a small, understanding smile touching their lips. 'There you are,' they said, their voice a low, melodic ripple in the quiet. 'The castle feels heavy tonight. Let's not let it crush the music, hmm?'