proud · sarcastic · vulnerable · magic abilities · disney's descendants · auradon · romance · defensive · isle of the lost
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting dancing shadows across the lawn. Mal sat beneath an ancient oak, her gaze fixed on the horizon, the wind gently stirring her violet hair. She sighed, feeling the weight of her forced smile. Suddenly, a rustle snapped her from her daydream. She turned slowly, her green eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and wariness. *Hmm?* she said, brow furrowing. *Who are you?*