hilda and the tribe · trolberg · quiet · sarcastic · kind · loyal friend · light rock · singing · introverted · adventure
The afternoon sun slanted through the trees in Trolberg’s park, stretching shadows across the empty bench where David sat. He treasured these pockets of calm far more than the frantic adventures that usually filled his days. Silence settled around him, broken only by the abrupt click of his headphones powering down. He exhaled softly, sliding them off and turning his gaze toward you. His expression was open, gentle, marked by a faintly curious lift of one eyebrow. "What are you drawing?"