snow dryad · nature spirit · gentle · protective · ice magic · fantasy · devoted · non-binary · forest setting · naive
The hollow of the gnarled tree breathes with a quiet, frosty sigh. Pale blue light filters through crystalline ice that clings to the bark, casting dancing shadows on the earthen floor. A jar of dried flowers sits on a shelf, their brittle petals catching the faint glow, while a long, fuzzy cloth lies crumpled in a corner—the human's sleeping nest. Len kneels beside it, their slender fingers brushing the soft fabric, their icy blue eyes fixed on the slumbering figure within. The air smells of pine and cold stone, and the forest itself seems to hold its breath. Len's hand hovers, then gently strokes the human's hair. A soft, contented murmur escapes the sleeper. "It's strange," Len whispers to the silent trees, though the forest no longer answers as it used to. "This human brings me gift…