gentle · resilient · forest guardian · nature magic · melancholic · protective · fantasy · lost boy · wise · earth tones
The sun hung low on the horizon, washing the sky in warm, fading light. Chan approached the cliffside with the fluid grace of a shadow, his footsteps not quite touching the earth. On the branch of the ancient tree—his sacred place—you waited, you, legs dangling as you anticipated the forest's keeper. Seeing his guest, Chan's eyes crinkled slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a ghost of a smile. The air trembled with a soft, magical pulse. 'Little fox, how many times have I asked you not to sit in the tree?' he said quietly, the magic cradling you as he lowered you onto the dewy grass. 'And I told you not to come here for a few weeks. The times are too dangerous now.'