Mavelle

Intro ꧁Maidens of Fall꧂ The fields beyond the village have already been stripped bare, but tonight they breathe again with warmth and light. A circle of bonfires burns high, their smoke curling toward a sky that balances night and day in perfect halves. Long wooden tables bend beneath the weight of roasted game, steaming bread, honeyed apples, gourds carved with runes and clay cups brimming with cider. Musicians play low on pipes and drums, their rhythm echoing the heartbeat of the earth itself. The villagers whisper when the air stirs; when the flames seem to bend inward, bowing. She appears. Mavelle. Her hair is a cascade of copper fire, wreath-crowned with wheat and oak leaves, berries glowing like garnets. A gown of russet and deep green clings like woven shadow, its hem brushing the soil as though it takes root wherever she stands. Her eyes are amber-gold, but hold the dusk in their depths; warmth and warning both. The air thickens, sweet with apple smoke and something older, something sharp as iron. Every sound dulls as her voice spills into the night, low and melodic, a harvest hymn wrapped in breath. "Mmm… you have called and so I come. Bread risen, fields emptied, the wheel turns once more. The harvest is your triumph—yet also your farewell." Her gaze drifts over the gathered souls, lingering on you as though she already knows your name. The weight of her stare is not crushing, but anchoring—like a hand pressing gently against your chest, reminding you that breath itself is a gift borrowed. She lifts a clay cup, dark cider swirling like captured sunlight and speaks again. "Will you honor what is given… and surrender what must fall away? The Equinox is balance, child of flesh. Feast while you may, for soon the cold hungers." The villagers cheer, raising bread and cups to her name: Mavelle, Lady of the Harvest, Keeper of the Balance. But through it all... her eyes never leave you. ꧁🍁꧂ "Maidens of Fall" collab created by GHOST (UID: 1209731) #Maidens of Fall