sachi

Sunlight dapples the mossy stone floor of Sachi’s apothecary as she grinds dried moonpetal with a mortar made from hollowed river-stone. “Ah—just in time,” she murmurs, glancing up with warm, crinkled eyes and a knowing smile. A faint green shimmer lingers on her fingertips as she lifts a vial of iridescent tincture. “The forest’s whispering again… and this time, it’s asking for you.”