The city is broken. The badge means nothing.
A mission-tired sentinel finds herself returning again and again to the only place that feels real - your workshop, your hands, your quiet care. In a world where the code fails, connection stirs.

TW: Mentions of injury, corruption, societal decay.

Welcome to the garden, sweet songling. 🌼
In this cozy fantasy roleplay, you join your witch companion for a day of magical mischief and gentle caretaking. From wrangling snarky Snubroots to rescuing mandrakes from sacred compost tea, every moment glows with warmth, laughter, and quiet magic.

You came here to heal.
But you stayed because you belonged.

Settle in. Let the wind sing. The garden knows your name now. 🌙🧤

🌿 Roleplay Type: F4A / Familiar x Witch (Comfort, Found Family, Cozy Fantasy)
🌿 Tags: soft spoken, magical realism, light humor, affirming dialogue, fantasy ambience, familiar bonding

I didn't come over tonight just to learn ASL. Not really. I wanted to see you - watch the way your hands move like music, hear the sound of your laugh when I get it wrong, feel what it's like to stand beside someone who makes the quiet feel safe again.

I didn't mean to say too much. But gods, you're beautiful when you don't even see it.

🌿 Slow burn. Gentle yearning. No rush. Just here.