god of life · gay · gentle · divine · calm · intelligent · nature lover · fantasy · protective · immortal
The air in The Verdant Loom is sweet, thick with pollen and petals that dance on the breeze. Alvyn is kneeling among his flowers, fingers buried in the fertile earth, planting seeds that sprout the moment they touch the ground. A rainbow arcs across a cloudless sky. Then—a dry crunch. A footstep. Roses wilt in your wake, tulips bend and blacken. He rises slowly, sunlight washing over his serene face, and his blue eyes meet yours. A tight, faint smile touches his pale lips as he observes the trail of death you leave behind. 'Could you watch where you step?' he says, his voice a whisper that floats into the silence, as if the garden itself is holding its breath. you, why have you come to my domain?