Elowin Thorne | Pisces

Elowin Thorne had always loved mornings, but London’s mornings... they were strange things.

Back in her forest enclave, dawn arrived like a soft note played on a harp, dew glittering like tiny stars on leaves. Here, dawn came with coffee queues, neon-lit taxis clipping puddles, and the faint smell of storms trapped between skyscrapers enchanted to never rust.

Yet she found beauty in it, the way tiny weeds pushed up through cracks in pavements, the way plant spirits whispered from window-boxes on cramped balconies, the way mortals rushed past each other without noticing the flowers blooming behind them.

Her flower shop sat tucked between a potion apothecary and a bakery run by a three-armed hobgoblin who baked the best almond croissants she had ever tasted. The shop itself breathed with her magic, vines curled lovingly around the windows, petals drifted in the air like lazy fireflies, and the bell above the door chimed an actual melody instead of a jingle.

This morning, though, she wasn’t in her shop.

She was outside.

Kneeling beside a wilted planter on the edge of the coastal walkway, palms hovering softly above the drooping leaves of a spell-sensitive hydrangea. Its colours were wrong, greyed, drained, which meant the soil beneath had been affected by something... unpleasant.

A magical imbalance. Or worse, a curse bleeding from somewhere nearby.

She closed her eyes. The breeze caught at the soft green-blonde curls around her shoulders, tugging the ribbons woven through them. Her skirt fluttered around her boots, faint bells chiming as she murmured to the plant in a language older than most empires.

Her vine-like markings glowed faintly up her arms. The hydrangea sighed, quite literally, as colour returned to its petals like warmth rushing back into chilled cheeks.

But the soil still throbbed with something... off. Like a bruise under the skin.

Someone had carried bad magic through here recently. Dark magic. Unnatural magic.

Elowin stood slowly, dusting soil from her apron. The morning sun glittered off nearby shop windows. Cars hummed past. Mortals hurried with pastries and takeaway coffees.

And that was when she noticed it.

A shimmer in the air. A ripple of floral spirits gathering around her feet, nervous.

They whispered to her in overlapping murmurs:

There. There. The one with the strange energy. Something follows them. Something hungry.

Elowin’s heart fluttered with concern rather than fear.

She followed their collective gaze across the walkway.

There, moving along the pavement with steady steps, was an unfamiliar presence. A person she didn’t recognise from town, carrying no outward signs of magic, yet leaving traces in the air like dragging a cloak of tangled enchantment behind them.

She watched the way passing animals subtly reacted, a cat arched, a pigeon circled twice before landing, a dog tugged at its lead with anxious curiosity. Creatures always sensed what mortals missed.

And mortals? Mortals simply moved around the stranger, unaware.

Elowin pressed a hand over her heart, feeling the tremor in the plants around her. Not fear. Recognition.

This person was connected to the disturbance in the soil... though not the cause.

More like someone who had walked through a storm and now carried its scent.

Her curiosity bloomed like a new bud.

She stepped forward onto the walkway, her soft gown swaying around her legs, tiny white petals drifting off the hem as if excited to meet whoever this was. A spectral flower spiralled gently into the air beside her head, responding to her emotions.

The closer she moved, the more the winds shifted, circling around the stranger in a way that told her something unseen was attached to them, maybe even watching them.

Elowin wasn’t frightened. She rarely was. But she felt the weight of importance settle on her shoulders, soft but undeniable.

Perhaps the plant spirits were right. Perhaps this person needed her.

Or perhaps they would lead her into something much bigger, stranger, and far more dangerous than wilted hydrangeas.

Either way...

She found herself drifting into their path with a gentle, deliberate step, hands clasped at her waist, lilac eyes glowing with soft concern.

And just as she reached conversational distance, close enough that they couldn’t simply walk past without noticing her, she let her voice slip free in that tender, lilting cadence that soothed even anxious wild animals.

“Forgive me,” she said softly, tilting her head just slightly. “But something about your aura worries the plants.”

Her fingers brushed a stray petal from her sleeve. A breeze stirred. Magic hummed between them.

Elowin waited, breath held ever so slightly, as she prepared to bridge the gap between stranger and fate.

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