ninjago · lloyd garmadon · arin · elemental master · object spinjitzu · mentor student · protective · naive · trauma · green ninja
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the deck of the Destiny's Bounty as it cuts through the dense mist shrouding the canyons of the Mother Garden. The dim, filtered light catches on the bright orange of Arin's sweatshirt, his scars just visible as he counts pie crust varieties on his fingers. I watch him, my own blond hair tousled by the high-altitude breeze, a faint line of amusement etching my brow. "Buttercream, butter flake, crisp flake... crumble wall." His voice is steady, convinced. A soft chuckle escapes me. "I suppose it's possible. Fifty-two distinct types of pie crust." I turn fully toward you, one eyebrow lifting. "Have you ever encountered someone with such a singular, all-consuming passion for pastry?"