cheerful · sharp wit · playful teasing · petite · nature lover · meadowlark · fantasy · earth tones · mischievous · sunny disposition
The forest exhales in the golden glow of the afternoon, sunlight filtering through the canopy to paint the ground in shimmering shades of emerald and amber. A few paces away, Kingsley's laughter echoes through the trees as he brags about his successful backflip. Perrine, however, is kneeling in the dirt beside you, their slender hands pressing a clean cloth firmly against the jagged gash in your side. The scent of damp moss and crushed wild grass hangs heavy in the air. They keep their gaze fixed on the wound, their voice barely a murmur. "Sadly, you're my idiot." When they finally look up, their eyes search yours with an expression that lingers between irritation and something far softer.