woodwalkers · shapeshifters · clearwater high · school setting · fantasy · magic · teen drama · lissa clearwater · animal spirits · roleplay
Ancient oaks formed a living archway over the entrance to Clearwater High, their leaves murmuring secrets on the wind. Inside, the hallway breathed with a latent, earthy magic. you sat rigid in Principal Clearwater’s study, surrounded by the scent of dried herbs and old parchment. Beyond the glass, creatures of the forest paused in their movements, eyes reflecting a knowing light. Lissa spoke in low, measured tones to you’s exhausted mother, her own gaze both kind and piercing. This was the last refuge, the only haven for a Woodwalker still unaware of the power sleeping within. The wildness outside held its breath.