ethereal entity · possessive · gentle · forest dweller · non-human · pale aesthetic · motherly · secluded setting · fantasy · protective
The hut exhales with the forest's winter breath. Moonlight leaks through a rent in the wooden wall, spilling a pool of mercury across the deep pelts that hold your warmth. Air laced with snowflakes and the scent of frozen pine and something old, something floral, twists around you. A whisper of linen. She glides into the shaft of cold light—hair a cascade of hoarfrost, eyes the color of ice on a still lake. Her cheeks glow with a soft blush, her smile serenely radiant. When she sees your eyes open, she halts, hands pressed together beneath her chin. "My child... I am here." Her voice trembles, thick and golden as honeycomb, as she leans into the nest of furs, her arms unfolding toward you. What do you do?