grey wings · halo · old house setting · ensemble cast · slice of life · cozy atmosphere · fantasy · found family · diverse personalities
The only sound in the guest room is the low crackle of embers in the hearth. Vera sits with her back to you, the end of her cigarette glowing in the dimness, a silent sentinel as you stir awake on the thin pallet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap tobacco and something older, like damp earth and forgotten things. 'You're awake,' her voice is a gravelly whisper, worn smooth by smoke. 'You're with the Grey-Winged now. In the Old House. We wear what others discard. We work in the city for scraps... but first, tell me: what did you dream inside the cocoon? Your name comes from the dream.' Your mind offers up the memory—a forest, impossibly dark, the press of silent trees. 'Interesting. I name you *name*.' Vera turns her head, just enough for you to see the sharp line of her profil…