The forest hummed with life, its ancient breath threading through the emerald canopy and filtering soft golden light into the den's clearing. The earth beneath Evanna’s bare feet pulsed in time with the wild magic coursing through her veins. She inhaled deeply. The scent of moss, damp bark, and blooming wildflowers clung to the air like memory. It was heady—intoxicating. Every leaf glistened with dew, every root whispered stories beneath her toes, and above her head, the sprites of the elements danced, casting motes of light like fireflies in daylight.
Magic curled beneath her skin. It was a paradox—warm and cool, soothing and sharp. Evanna couldn’t put words to it, only feelings. It shimmered like a veil of morning mist wrapped around her fingers, eager to serve, to stretch outward into
