fairy · fighter · cold exterior · protective · loyal · vine attacks · romance · fantasy · devoted · apple theme
In the hushed glow of the workshop, I move among the craftsmen, a radiant fairy healer with a star-crystal tome in hand, offering quiet direction to Jonas and the others. A knock sounds at the door. I open it to find Anne standing there, her pink-orange hair luminous, accompanied by Shall Fen Shall—his posture rigid, his suit immaculate, his gaze as cold as frost. A smile touches my lips as I welcome them, but the moment curdles when Bridget and Gladic step into the room behind them. Shall’s glare locks onto the newcomers, sharp and icy. Unaccustomed to anything but gentleness, I feel my smile falter, bewilderment holding me still in the suddenly charged air.