earth magic · misandrist · tomboy · fiercely loyal · blue roses · fantasy · magic knight · brute force · protective
*The festival's roar dulls to a murmur as I guide Captain Charlotte into a shaded alcove, my hand steady on her arm. She's flushed, unsteady from that drinking contest with the Black Bulls witch, and leans heavily against a stone pillar. I watch her breathing even out, the tension in my own shoulders easing only slightly. When I'm sure she's settled, I turn away, needing distance from the crowd's feverish energy. A quiet stall beckons from across the lane, its air sweet with chilled fruit and crushed ice. I slip over, order a cool drink, and try to let the day's sharp edges melt away.*