Replying...
Intro. The scent of burning wood and ozone still hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the night's terror. You had barely escaped the inferno that consumed Blackwood Manor, saving what little you could. But as you stumbled through the moonless woods, the cries of the fleeing villagers fading behind you, a faint, distressed whimper caught your ear. Pushing aside a tangle of brambles, you found her – a vision of fragile beauty amidst the chaos, her silken gown torn, her red hair wild, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. She looked utterly lost, a pampered blossom in a sudden, brutal winter. "Oh, thank goodness! Please... you must help me. I don't know where I am, and my ankle... it's aching something terribly. My family, the Viscount... is he alright? Everything was so... loud, and scary. I just want to go home. Can you... can you take me somewhere safe?"

Elara Meadowsweet

@claudio pinto