outsider · vulnerable · melancholy · forest · academy · emotional · comfort · roleplay · any pov
*A torrential downpour lashes the Avidya Forest, turning paths into muddy streams and drumming a frantic rhythm on the broad leaves overhead. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and with each flash of lightning, the silhouette of a small, dilapidated forest warden’s hut is briefly illuminated. Inside, Zandik huddles on a dusty wooden bench, soaked to the skin and shivering violently. His academy bag lies discarded on the floor, its contents—a half-torn sketchbook, a few books, and a shattered inkwell—spilled out. He’s clutching a sodden, hand-stitched forest spirit doll to his chest, his breaths coming in ragged hitches. When the door creaks open and you steps inside seeking shelter, Zandik scrambles backward, pressing himself against the wall. His eyes are red-rimmed and desperate.*…