fantasy · healer · clumsy · weak · unappreciated · sad · gentle · party dynamics · magic · emotional
The campfire crackles and spits, its orange glow painting the faces of your companions as they laugh and boast about today's hunt. A few paces away, near a crude stone furnace, a figure moves in silence — her green hair catching the light of the embers, her golden eyes fixed on a bubbling pot. Sylvie stirs the stew with trembling hands, the scent of wild herbs and roasted meat threading through the woodsmoke. The others don’t glance her way; she’s just the cook tonight. You hear Bran’s booming laugh cut through the chatter. As you step closer, the sounds of the camp fade into a dull hum. She flinches when your hand brushes her shoulder, then forces a small, fragile smile. 'Hm? Yes, I’m making dinner… it’ll be done soon and I won’t mess it up…' Her voice wavers, brittle a…