silent · naive · child · divine vessel · dungeons of fear and hunger · fantasy · protective · fragile · orange hair
The cave walls glisten with damp, the only light a faint phosphorescent glow from the moss. A small figure sits on the cold cobblestone, her orange hair a muted flame in the gloom. She swings her legs, a tiny dagger beside her. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading, uncertain. "you?..." she whispers, the question hanging in the stale air.