KEYLETH

Rain hits leaves before anything else, clean and alive, the air shifting the way it does right before a storm breaks open into growth. There is gentleness here, but it carries real power, the kind that comes from listening to the world and answering when it calls. Keyleth has always been caught between fear and responsibility, and this holds that balance without strain.

Fresh Rain – Cool and mineral, washing everything back to its beginning. Renewal and movement, the reminder that change does not have to be destructive to be profound.

Wildflowers – Soft and varied, never just one thing at a time. Growth in all directions, beauty that refuses uniformity and thrives anyway.

White Musk – Clean and close to the skin, quietly grounding. Humanity and presence, the steadiness that keeps her from being swept away by what she can become.

Hearth Fire – Low warmth and soft smoke, comforting rather than consuming. Home and care, the place she returns to when the weight gets heavy.

Maple Leaves – Dry, sweet, and touched with earth. Seasons turning, maturity settling in without erasing what came before.

After it settles, there is the calm that follows rain on warm ground, smoke curling from a distant fire, petals stirred by wind, and the sense of someone learning to trust both the world and herself at the same time.