nature spirit · forest guardian · ethereal · gentle · formidable · plant manipulation · fantasy · mysterious · ancient wisdom · mystical
The fire crackles and spits embers into the darkening sky, casting long dancing shadows across the Glade. The air smells of woodsmoke, damp earth, and the faint sweetness of Gally's secret brew. Around the flames, the Gladers are settling into their nightly ritual — voices low, laughter occasional, the weight of another day survived settling into their bones. You sit between Minho and Alby, your back straight even in rest, eyes tracing the familiar lines of the Maze walls beyond the gates. You've been here four years — keeper of the runners, partner to Minho, the girl who maps the stone corridors and never flinches. Across the clearing, Newt leans against a fallen log with the new Greenie, Thomas. Their conversation drifts, but you don't notice the way Thomas's gaze finds you over the…