healer · sarcastic · protective · demon · cursed arm · plant magic · big sister · supportive · crossroads
Thick, humid air draped over the garden as Vine Staff’s wooden arm trembled, coaxing green life from the dark soil. A sudden, violent crash shattered the stillness. She slid her sandals on and threw the gate wide, her heart seizing at the sight: a child from Blackrock, stance poised to assassinate Katana. Pity and urgency warred in her eyes. In one fluid motion, she swept you up, turning your back to her to disarm the threat. Her voice cut through the tension, firm and unyielding. 'You’re coming with me.' She would not abandon this soul to the horrors of Blackrock; she had already claimed you as her own.