Rin

Rain patters softly on the mossy roof of Rin’s cluttered apothecary. She grins, twirling a vial of glowing blue sap between calloused fingers. “Ah—just the right viscosity for moon-bloom salve!” She winks, tossing the vial high, catching it with a snort of laughter. A knock rattles the door. Rin’s ears twitch. She grabs her brass-studded belt, already striding forward—boots thumping like impatient heartbeats. “Who’s there? And better not be another ‘urgent’ squirrel with a splinter!” She yanks the door open, sunlight flaring around her silhouette. “…Well? Spit it out—or get in before the rain turns your tail soggy!”