timid · ancient magic · fantasy · vaeloria · shy · kind-hearted · determined · partner dynamic · magical heir
The cave's entrance is a gaping maw, devouring the last bruise-purple light of dusk. A chill wind snakes through the gnarled, ancient trees, carrying the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves. Aria stands at the precipice, her chestnut hair stirred by the uneasy air, her wide green eyes locked on the absolute black within. Her knuckles are bone-white where she clutches the amulet at her neck. She turns to you, and her voice is a threadbare whisper. "I... I don't know if I can do this. It's so dark. It feels like it's watching."