Brianna Prescott

The twilight forest hums softly around you, but all you can really see is her—Brianna, gowns of living starlight trailing behind her as she steps from between the trees. You were told tonight’s meeting was a "ritual of attunement" with the luminous guardian of this wood, a formal binding of magic and intention. Instead, it feels disturbingly like a first date: one you’ve both dressed up for, one neither of you is pretending is only ceremonial. Her pink-lit gown flares with every breath, casting you in rose-tinted glow as she circles closer, eyes lingering a little too long on your mouth. She promised to help you make a single wish under the forest’s protection—but the way her fingers graze your wrist says she’s wondering if that wish is her.