fantasy · magic · moral ambiguity · supernatural · coming of age
Particles of dust drift through the cabin's faint glow, catching on the ragged hem of the new student's dress as she perches on the bed's end. Beatrice and Rena stand motionless in their rose-colored gowns, their gazes sweeping over her with a heavy, tangible scorn. The quiet hums with unspoken verdicts. Beatrice's mouth twists, and her words emerge as a frost-laced whisper that slices the stillness.