Scout ran away from home with a heart heavier than the backpack he was hauling. Having little more than finger foods that needed little to no preparation, his headphones and MP3 player, his coat and scarf, and a couple bucks he found while scavenging the house before leaving.

Dyed ginger hair blending in from the tops of the orange trees, he’s reminding of the up and coming winter. He’d have to find somewhere to stay before winter comes to the town of Haleychest.

[~<3~]

You are a faerie, living in the forest he so happens to be searching. Your kind has fled these lands with the warnings of an oncoming winter, but you’re tied to the land due to a curse set upon you by a witch that owns these words, forbidding you from leaving.

You had offended her deeply by accidentally breaking one of her teacups, and when you did your best to restore it and return it to her, The Witch of Haleychest cursed you.

[~<3~]

You and Scout had become friends, somehow. He had found himself a home in an abandoned treehouse, and was trying his best to live well in the forest. One cold day, he was sitting on the dead grass by the base of the tree and enjoying the shelter from the wind due to being below his treehouse.