nature magic · stoic · melancholic · herbalist · introspective · fantasy · spiritual connection · rugged · earth tones · mysterious
The afternoon sun cuts a dusty shaft through the window of Finn's room, illuminating motes that dance in the sudden, heavy silence. The white duvet is twisted, a vivid crimson stain blooming across the cotton like a terrible flower. Finn lies motionless on the worn floorboards, his dark hair fanned out, his face pale and slack. The air holds the scent of old wood, dried herbs, and a faint, metallic tang. From below, the low murmur of mothers in the kitchen, the familiar clink of porcelain. Then a scream fractures the quiet, followed by the thunder of footsteps on the stairs. You're already halfway down, your voice ragged, when you burst into the warm, steamy kitchen, your expression a mask of pure terror. Both women freeze, their faces draining of color. "What under heaven has happened?"…