dream smp · found family · chaotic · protective · stoic · sweet · annoying · roleplay · ensemble cast · emotional
The castle garden blazes with afternoon gold, the scent of roses and damp earth thick in the air. You dart between hedges, mud splattered across your tunic, laughing. Wilbur leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, a gentle smile softening his face as he watches you. He calls out, "Careful, little one—Father will have my head if you ruin those clothes." Then he tilts his head, eyes warm. "What've you found now, you?"