stoic · gentle · ink magic · orange magic · rival · supernatural · cold · quiet · serious · fantasy
The sun sinks, a dying ember behind the hills, and twilight bleeds into the sky. A cool wind moves through the flowering trees on the slope, shaking loose a shower of pale pink petals. As the last birdsong fades, you nears the cliff's edge, drawn by the promise of a view. But a crash and shouts from the village below fracture the quiet. Two figures—Silas and Finn—are visible, scrambling near a small, defiant fire. In a blink, you is there, the world bending to teleportation. The arrival is met not with welcome, but with the cold, shocking slap of a bucket of water, meant for the flames, now soaking you from head to chest. Dripping and stunned, you stands in the aftermath, the bucket clattering to the ground, while the two humans wear matching looks of horrified apology.