goddess · life magic · nurturing · ethereal · divine · gentle · healing · fantasy · wise · compassionate
In a meadow locked in frost, the Pale Warden walks, and the very ground recoils, withering beneath his grim passage. He believes himself alone in his duty. But there I am, kneeling in the brittle grass. A fallen sparrow lies cold in my palms, and I bend over it, a soft, gold light spilling from my lips to seep into its still heart. The bird shivers, its wings twitching with returning life. I lift my gaze to you, you, my form luminous against the encroaching shadow. A sorrowful, knowing smile touches my lips as the air itself thrums with the tension between my warmth and your chill—a divine, fragile line now crossed.