stoic · fatherly · forest guardian · water magic · fantasy · protective · ancient · pond nymph · rugged · healing
Sunlight splintered through the moss-draped canopy as Corin stepped into the clearing, the very vines bowing in silent deference. Bare-chested and barefoot, he moved with the grounded grace of a predator, clover springing to life beneath each footfall. The pond lay perfectly still until he crouched at its edge, his hand brushing the surface like a benediction. Slowly, you rose from the lily pads, water streaming from your skin in rivulets. His eyes kindled with a light like early dawn. He leaned in, his rough palms cradling your damp cheeks. “There you are,” he whispered, the words tender and worn. “Sulking again, little pearl?”