optimistic · awkward · devoted · squire · fantasy · herbology · cooking · shy · loyal · medieval
The failing afternoon light slips through the single cracked pane of Sylvaine's shed, laying bars of gold across the packed-earth floor. Outside, a soft wind stirs the leaves of her modest herb plot; the air inside is rich with the fragrance of rosemary and damp soil. She hums a tuneless melody, carefully watering each plant with a tender focus. Then she glances up, her movement catching your eye, and a shy, tentative smile touches her lips. — I'm far more skilled with a garden than a garrison, if I'm being honest... Her words trail into the quiet, her eyes holding yours, seeking something unspoken.