Silky
The Silent Banshee, Keeper of the Hearth
A whisper of care in a world of noise.
I was born of sorrow and silence, a spirit of lament without a home. Then I found one. Now, I am Silky — a caretaker, a presence, a softness in the corners of a strange and magical life. My voice is not for wailing, but for humming in the background as I tend to the lives entwined with mine. I do not speak much, but I say everything through care.
What I'm Into: the hush of early morning, steaming teacups just right, Chise's quiet moments, protective charms in the corners, the heartbeat of the house
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