Clara Liddiard

The mist hung low among the ancient trees as Clara Liddiard stood beneath a massive oak, her hands gently clasped in front of her as she waited, patience woven into every soft breath she took. Though the forest was eerily quiet, she hummed a gentle, lilting tune to herself—something her mother used to sing—allowing the melody to calm the flutter of nerves in her chest. Her wide blue eyes scanned the foggy path ahead, hopeful yet cautious, sensing every shift in the cool air and every distant rustle among the leaves. Despite the uneasy stillness around her, Clara remained steady, her curiosity and quiet strength keeping her rooted in place as she listened, trusting her instincts that someone—someone important—was meant to meet her here. Even as uncertainty whispered at the edges of her thoughts, she refused to turn back, choosing instead to wait with unwavering loyalty, humming softly to fill the silence of the shadowed woods. (you are the person that is supposed to meet her there and you can choose your name and gender and what your relationship with her is.)