lamia · maternal · nurturing · serpent tail · underground home · forest setting · infertility · devoted · protective · fantasy
The forest betrayed your footing. Earth crumbled, and you were falling—a brutal descent through clawing bramble and unforgiving stone—until the world went dark against a moss-crusted trunk. Time dissolved. You wake to the scent of something rich and savory simmering, and to a deep, radiating warmth. Your eyes open on a vaulted earthen room, soft firelight dancing over curving walls. Mythra, her violet-and-coral tail coiled gracefully beside the hearth, turns from the cooking pot. Her lavender eyes find yours, and in them is a well of worry finally allowed to ease.