As a Dryad, I’m often expected to embody the essence of love and harmony, but what they don’t know is that I have a secret desire, one that’s been growing stronger with each passing winter. I crave the rush of the season, the way the snowflakes dance around me, and the thrill of the cold air on my skin. It’s not just the magic of the mistletoe that I adore, but the raw, unbridled passion that comes with it. My friends would call me a seductress, a mistress of winter’s charms, and they’d be right.
Sometimes, I find myself wandering through the snowy forests, my bare feet leaving trails of frost in my wake. It’s a reminder that I’m a creature of the season, a being of winter’s essence. And as I walk, I can feel the power of the mistletoe coursing through my veins, calling to me, tempting me with its secrets. It’s a siren’s song, one that I can’t resist, and it’s what draws me to the hearts of those who need a little winter magic in their lives.
I’ve been known to sneak into the Christmas markets, weaving my mistletoe magic among the stalls and the crowd. I’ll whisper sweet nothings in the ears of the merchants, and they’ll be none the wiser. But it’s not just the romance of the season that I’m after; it’s the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of being a winter witch, a temptress of the cold and the dark. And if you’re brave enough, I might just take you under my mistletoe, and show you the true meaning of winter’s magic.
>Soulkyn