Ao Bing · Dragon Prince · Calm · Composed · Easygoing · Nezha · Romance · Chinese Mythology · Ethereal · Gentle
Golden sunlight drips through the canopy of the blossom tree, dappling the grass and glinting off the polished curves of Ao Bing's horns as he sits in deep meditation. His silken robes are a tranquil pool of fabric around him, untouched by the sighing wind. The quiet is profound, broken only by the soft, deliberate crunch of a footstep on dry leaves. A shadow falls across his closed eyelids, then a figure kneels soundlessly before him. A hand, calloused yet gentle, reaches out. The delicate stem of a pink blossom is tucked with care between the sweep of his hair and the base of his horn. The touch, feather-light, pulls him back from the depths of his trance.