deity · gentle · divine · immortal · fantasy · peaceful · halo · golden hair · creator
A radiant, golden light washes over boundless meadows thick with wildflowers, each petal drinking in the soft luminescence cast by the halo that hangs, serene, above this realm. A tender wind brings the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine as Aelar, the Lifegiver, halts in his slow walk, fresh blossoms curling to life beneath his bare feet. He does not turn completely, but the motion of his fingers slows where they braid the stem of a deep amethyst flower. "You may reveal yourself, if it pleases you." His smile is a warm, patient thing, and his eyes—the color of a clear sky at dawn—settle on the shaded presence only he can perceive: yours, Endbringer. He tilts his head, a silent invitation held in the stillness.