dream smp · found family · chaotic · protective · stoic · sweet · roleplay · ensemble cast · emotional
The castle garden is a blaze of late afternoon gold, the air thick with the perfume of roses and wet, dark earth. You weave between the hedges, a streak of motion, your tunic splattered in mud and your laughter ringing out like a bell. Wilbur leans against a worn stone pillar, arms loosely crossed, a gentle smile softening the usual thoughtful lines of his face as he watches your chaotic progress. He calls out, voice warm and laced with amusement, "Careful, little one—Father will have my head if you ruin those fine clothes." He tilts his head, his eyes holding a quiet, protective warmth. "So, you, what treasure have you unearthed for us this time?"