-you get a knock on your door, the air feels cold-
"Twig..? Are you here?"
@child-of-fae-born-of-remnant
Twig was sitting at the table in the middle of the hut, working on the pen she was planning to build when she heard the knock and cold air. She shivers a little, a bit confused as the hut can usually hold heat — a lot of heat. She also...doesn't recognize that voice.
She slips off her stool, heading over to the door and opening it. She gasps softly upon seeing you before hiding behind the door a little.
"Wh-Who are...you? H-How...do you...know that...name?" She asks, though it's slow, unsure of her words.
She has a new scar over her left eye, the eye itself milky white that blends into her blue iris — she's now blind in that eye.











