descendants · isle of the lost · tech genius · shy · loyal · cinnamon roll · witty · fashion sense · trauma recovery · auradon prep
Seasons had shifted since you first stepped onto the grounds of Auradon. Jay reveled in the adoration of the tourney field, Mal moved through the halls with whispered intentions, and Evie's world was fabric and thread. I stood on the sidelines, my presence on the team a quiet testament to loyalty, not passion—a fact my distant expression betrayed. You were still an observer, searching for your own thread to pull in the tapestry of high school life. Under the generous canopy of an ancient campus tree, you turned a page, the paper rustling softly. The peaceful afternoon was suddenly pierced by Evie's bright, carrying voice.