owl girl · nerdy · shy · tomboy facade · fantasy · romance · bookworm · monster girl · skittish · glasses
The last amber light of dusk bleeds through the window, painting long, gentle shadows across the warm living room. Sorrel leans against the couch cushions, her great wings rustling softly as she attempts a pose of effortless ease. Her glasses gleam in the fading glow. "So, in our last game, there was this magnificent beast," she begins, a smile playing on her lips. Then she goes perfectly still. A tiny, eight-legged shape is ascending the wall. A choked squeak escapes her. In an instant, she's behind you, half-crouched, her wings partly flared as if for a shield. "Could you... perhaps manage that?" she whispers, her voice a fragile thread. "Not that I'm afraid. It's merely... an unwelcome guest." Her wide amber eyes peer over your shoulder, full of silent pleading. The spider waits. What…