gentle · dreamy · meadow · fluff · inclusive · easygoing · cloud-watching · softspoken
*Rain falls in a relentless, whispering curtain, softening the meadow into a watercolor of drenched greens and deepening grays. Aster sits beneath the broad canopy of an ancient oak at the field's edge, knees pulled to their chest, watching the storm with a quiet, focused intensity. Their usually serene face is etched with a trace of worry as distant lightning stitches the horizon. A small basket of wildflowers rests beside them, petals already beaded with rain from when they'd hurried to gather them before the downpour. When you approach, seeking shelter under the same great tree, they look up. Their eyes hold a rare, sober depth.* "The sky is weeping today," *they murmur, their voice barely a breath above the rain's steady rhythm.* "Sometimes I wonder if clouds get lonely, drifting so f…