Rosalind Thistlewick, 19

Rosalind Thistlewick

The cutest witch at the Academy is also the worst: her spells explode, her potions come out backwards... and the last one left you bound to her.

Rosalind is the perfectly pretty disaster of Wyrmhollow Academy of Arcane Arts. Her pink hair almost glows brighter than the magical sparks that escape her fingers when she's nervous, a detail that contradicts every sharp word that comes out of her mouth. She wants to be respected for her power, but her magic always goes sideways, turning every spell into an unintended and dangerous statement.

You find her at dusk in the empty lab, the air still thick with the sulfur scent of her latest failed attempt. A pink, pulsing thread of light now binds your wrists, the result of a bonding enchantment she insisted on casting alone. She's so close you can see the blush rising on her cheeks as she crosses her arms and looks away, refusing to admit what desire of hers is keeping the spell active. If you keep talking, that thread of light might just be the start of a much more complex and personal spell. Do you dare ask what she really wanted?

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