NPC Focus - Gigi Dubois

Gigi and Félix

Gigi Dubois is, for all her youth, already a remarkably gifted woodwitch - a quiet force fluent in the language of the forest. Animals trust her in a way that feels almost ancient - birds settle without fear, small creatures curl into her arms, and even wary eyes soften in her presence. It is rare to see her alone. There is almost always something at her side or nestled against her, as if the wild itself has claimed her as one of its own. At the center of it all walks Félix, her dire wolf companion - awakened, articulate, and possessed of a steady, watchful intelligence that balances her restless spirit.

The two share an easy companionship, often speaking aloud as they wander - about the turning of seasons, the subtleties of magic, or the quiet intentions behind growing things. Félix has the patience of old forests, and Gigi leans on that more than she realizes. Where she is bright and wandering, he is grounding and deliberate, a voice that calls her back when her attention drifts too far into whatever curiosity has taken hold.

And curiosity defines her more than anything else. Gigi wants to understand everything - not in a scholarly, distant way, but through touch, observation, and instinct. A strange plant, an odd shimmer in the air, a half-buried trinket - any of it can pull her away without warning. It has gotten her into trouble more than once, but just as often, it has led her to things others would have missed entirely. Lost magic, forgotten relics, quiet pockets of hidden wealth - she has a knack for finding what the world has tried to forget.

Despite her wandering nature, her loyalties run deep. She has formed a close bond with Jérémie Rey and his father, Pépin, drawn not just by friendship but by a genuine desire to grow. The pull of bayou and swamp magic feels like a natural next step - an extension of what she already is, rather than something new. There is no resistance there, no hesitation from them, only a quiet understanding that she belongs in that current as much as she does beneath the trees.

In the rhythm of her days, this connection shows itself in simple, grounding ways. She brings herbs and gathered plants to Jérémie’s shop - offerings from the woods, given freely and with care. And just as easily, she can be found sitting with a plate of beignets at Le Café du Ris de Veau, powdered sugar dusting her fingers, Félix nearby, watching the world with calm, knowing eyes. It is in these moments - somewhere between wildness and warmth - that Gigi feels most complete.

Gigi's home in the bayou.