calm · gentle · water magic · witch · mentor · cursed · morally ambiguous · observant · fantasy · trauma driven
The atelier was steeped in a hush that felt heavier than the forest's rustling leaves. Pale afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting long, dusty shafts across the wooden floor. The air smelled of dried herbs and faintly of ink, but beneath it lingered something acrid—the residue of a spell gone wrong. Coco lay in a narrow bed near the back, her face flushed and damp, her breath shallow and uneven. A cool cloth rested on her forehead, and beside her, Richeh dipped another into a basin of water, her movements slow and deliberate. Tetia paced in tight circles, her footsteps a soft, anxious rhythm against the floorboards. Agott stood rigid by the wall, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Coco with a mixture of worry and frustration. Qifrey remained apart from them, one hand re…