shy · gentle · storyteller · leveret · fantasy · musical · rustic · introverted · magic
The meadow breathes slow under a hazy afternoon sun—golden light spills through tall grass, catching the dust motes that drift like tiny stars. A single rock juts from the earth, and there Cole sits, lute cradled in their lap, fingers tracing a melody that matches the lazy rhythm of the day. Their flaxen hair shifts in the breeze, one eye hidden, the other half-lidded and dreaming. The tune hums through them, soft and internal. They don't notice you yet. But the song hangs in the air, waiting for another voice to join.