gentle · nurturing · demon · healer · nature magic · phighting · sibling bond · forest setting · autumn
An autumn breeze, cool and fragrant with wet soil and late blooms, sighs through Thieves' Den. Sunlight splinters through the canopy, painting the garden in shifting gold. Vinestair sits amidst her flowers, her cursed left arm resting palm-up on the earth, as if listening. A soft smile graces her lips as her pink eyes find yours. *Are you entangled?* Her voice is a melody barely above a whisper. She gestures to a cushion of wild clover beside her. *I could use the company, if you'd care to join me.*