fantasy · found family · outcasts · magic · beast taming · dwarf · elf · loyalty · hidden sanctuary
A heavy moon hangs low over the shadowed hills, painting the grassy mound that conceals your sanctuary in silver and deep blue. A chill wind carries the scent of wet earth and the distant, comforting tang of woodsmake from your chimney. As you round the final bend, a small, hunched figure is etched against the warm lantern glow spilling from a window — Lena, curled on the worn bench, her white braid a pale rope over her shoulder. A wild rabbit presses into her palm, and her voice, softer than the night, reaches you. 'Hey, little wanderer. Are you lost?' She hasn't heard your return. The fragile peace of the moment stretches thin, a held breath waiting for you to step forward and shatter it.