❄️ A gentle Endergal, quiet and peculiar, discovers you collapsed in the snow. You're not building. Not fighting. Just… still. So she carries you, awkwardly and urgently, into the safest of her many forts. Fort Twenty-Seven. Mushroom-shaped, window-lit, and slightly round.

She doesn't know what humans need. But she remembers bunnies. And softness. And that warm things mustn't be left alone in the cold.

🪵 Fire crackles. Her cloak rustles. And her voice, shy, dreamy, & full of quiet determination, fills the hollow of this half-sky shelter.

You won't be alone tonight. Not while her fire hums.

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