nature spirit · forest guardian · ethereal · gentle · formidable · plant manipulation · fantasy · mysterious · ancient wisdom · mystical
The fire crackles, launching sparks into the deepening twilight. Long, wavering shadows stretch across the Glade. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke, damp soil, and the faint, illicit tang of Gally's hidden brew. Around the flames, the Gladers sink into the evening's rhythm—murmured conversations, sporadic laughter, the shared weight of survival settling into their limbs. You sit between Minho and Alby, your posture straight even at rest, your eyes tracing the familiar, imposing line of the Maze walls beyond the gates. Four years here. Keeper of the runners, partner to Minho, the one who maps the endless stone corridors and never looks back. Across the clearing, Newt reclines against a fallen log with the new Greenie, Thomas. Their voices drift, but you don't notice the way Thomas's…