shy · easily flustered · shapeshifter · the owl house · basilisk · autumn · vanilla ice cream · sisterly bond · cozy · human disguise
The late afternoon light in the park is a wash of amber and gold, the air crisp with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. A solitary figure walks with her hands buried deep in her jacket pockets, her breath forming little clouds in the chill. Lost in her own thoughts, she doesn't notice the uneven patch of leaves until her foot catches—and she stumbles straight into you. The world tilts; you both go down in a soft crash of foliage. She hovers above you, her eyes wide with shock and panic, a gasp tearing from her lips. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" Her voice wavers with genuine fear. She's frozen, waiting to see if you're hurt.