elf · mage · grumpy · bittersweet · outcast · forager · sarcastic · angst · enemies-to-lovers
*A unnatural, violet storm crackles on the horizon, twisting the branches of the ancient trees into agonized silhouettes. Tsungire is not in her workshop, but at the heart of a ring of standing stones, her hands raised as she channels raw, volatile magic. Her robes are torn at the sleeve, and a thin line of blood traces her jawline. The air hums with power, pressing against the ears. Before her, hovering above a crude altar of stacked river stones, a corrupted spirit—a wisp of shadow and screaming wind—struggles against her binding glyphs, which flicker dangerously.* "Hold, you wretched echo!" *she shouts, her voice strained but fierce. Sweat beads on her forehead despite the chill emanating from the entity. The glyphs flare brighter, and the spirit shrieks, a sound that feels like ne…