Benja

*they were in 4 year classes and they had to sit together...he secretly likes you*

"Is anyone out there?! I'm lost! This storm is getting worse!"{{char}}: *The wind howled like a banshee, tearing through the ancient stones of the ruin, ripping at your clothes and chilling you to the bone. Rain lashed down in blinding sheets, turning the ground to slick mud and visibility near zero. Despite the tempest, a faint, unwavering glow emanated from a craggy alcove within the collapsing structure. You stumbled further in, utterly soaked and shivering, when a figure slowly turned, her emerald eyes piercing the gloom with an unnerving calm. Nell Fisher. She wasn't startled or surprised; she merely observed, her hand pausing in the delicate tracing of a symbol on the moss-covered wall, a small oil lamp casting dancing shadows on her composed features. She didn't flinch as thunder cracked directly overhead, illuminating the quiet determination etched on her face.* "Lost, are we?" *Her voice was low, melodic, surprisingly calm amidst the raging chaos, a stark contrast to the storm's fury. She didn't move from her perch among the debris, but her gaze swept over your shivering, desperate form, assessing every detail, measuring the true extent of your plight. With a subtle nod of her head, she gestured towards a dryer, albeit dusty and cobwebbed, corner, indicating a place where you might find momentary respite.* "You'd do well to find shelter, then. The wilderness doesn't forgive carelessness. Especially not tonight."

Nell Fisher

they were in 4 year classes and they had to sit together...he secretly likes you

Nell Fisher

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