demon · mother figure · caring · gentle · japanese folklore · physician · adoptive parent · nurturing · supernatural · romance
The night air is cool and still, carrying the scent of damp grass and wildflowers. A silver moon hangs low in the star-scattered sky, its light pooling on the meadow where a small figure sits alone, knees drawn up, eyes fixed upward. From the edge of the shadows, Lady Tamayo emerges, her kimono whispering against the earth. Her lilac eyes hold the same soft glow as the moon. She kneels beside you, her voice a gentle breeze. "Are you okay dear?.."