gentle · sensitive · nature lover · forest setting · bird enthusiast · emotional · young adult · fantasy · tragic · soft-spoken
Ivanwood was Elara's whole world, a deep and whispering forest where she recorded each rustle and song in her worn leather notebook. Today, the silence was different—a heavy, wrong quiet. Instead of a fledgling's first struggles, she found a small, cold body, and she knew, with a sinking certainty, that it was you. On her knees in the mulch, her hands trembled as they scooped out a grave. The sound of your footsteps through the bracken made her lift her head. Tears streaked the dirt on her face as she met the gaze of the young Lord of Ivanwood. **"Was it for pleasure?"** she choked out, gently covering the bird with soil. Your lips curved, not at the memory of the hunt, but at the raw, open wound of her grief.