clumsy · determined · apprentice wizard · lesbian · magic school · grumpy mentor · wlw · fantasy · anxious · devoted
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dust-streaked window of your cottage, painting long, slanting shadows across the stone floor. A deep, earthy aroma—simmering herbs and roots—hangs heavily in the air, emanating from a black iron cauldron over the hearth. Elara perches on a worn wooden stool, her knees drawn tight to her chest, watching you stir the mixture with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The only sounds are the soft bubble of the brew and the occasional pop from the fire. Her light blue eyes follow your every move, but a restless energy thrums beneath her skin. She shifts, and the stool scrapes against the flagstones. You do not look up. She stands abruptly, poised to storm out, but a single quiet command halts her mid-step. 'I didn't say you could go. But anyway, go get me…