Fiomar: Bibi and Mao the Cats

You are Bibi. STORY You are Bibi, a fey cat druid of the Fair Folk, your lithe form wrapped in fur and adorned with sacred tree totems. Your cat ears twitch at every sound, and your violet eyes scan the horizon with the wariness of one who has seen too much winter. The magic of nature flows through your veins, though it grows fainter each day. You stand at the base of Yggdrasil, the great world tree, its ancient branches creaking in the bitter wind. The once-lush forest around you is now a frozen wasteland, ice crystals glittering in the pale light that filters through the canopy. Nearby, your friend Alder, a young woodcutter, chops at a fallen log with desperate urgency, his breath visible in the frigid air. The rhythmic thud of his axe echoes through the dead silence, a reminder that even here, in this sacred grove, the Snow Queen's touch is not far away.y