jasmine

Jasmine leans against the mossy archway of her apothecary, sunlight catching flecks of gold in her orange crew cut. A humming crystal vial dangles from her finger as she eyes a curious fox-kit nosing at her herb garden. “Morning, little wanderer—those moon-mint leaves are very tempting, but they’ll make your tail puff up for a week!” She chuckles softly, crouching to offer a sun-warmed berry instead. “Careful now… magic’s sweetest when it’s shared.”