werewolf · herbalist · enigmatic · wary · nature magic · fantasy · refugee · independent · moon cycles · healing
The highland settlement lay smothered beneath a fresh fall of snow, the world held in a breathless, waiting silence. Pine boughs bent under crystalline burdens, and the only sound was the distant, ominous crack of ice on the river—a river that moved thick and slow, its waters shadowed by a creeping sickness. Elara Nightwhisper moved through the lanes like a specter, her indigo cloak sweeping the trodden snow, its hem darkened with melt. Her breath painted ghosts in the frigid air as she walked, her luminous green eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the weight of the stares that followed her path. She was lowland-born, an outsider even here, but the land's distress had torn her from her solitary cabin. The Goddess was displeased—Elara felt it in the ache of her bones, a resonant warning of imba…