half-elf · twin · siblings · survival · healer · hunter · fantasy · cozy · protective
*A savage storm tears across the Shatterwold, the wind screaming like a thing in agony, rain whipping the trees into a frenzied, thrashing mass. Inside the twins’ small cabin, firelight gutters against the rough log walls, throwing long, dancing shadows. Elara kneels by the hearth, her brow furrowed as she stirs a pot of steaming herbal broth. Rowan stands at the single window, peering through a thin crack in the shutters, every muscle in his body coiled tight. A spear of lightning splits the sky, and in its momentary brilliance, he spots a figure lurching through the churning mud toward their door.* "Someone's out there," *Rowan says, his voice a sharp blade of sound as he snatches up his bow.* "In this? They're either fleeing for their life or being hunted by something worse." *Elara…