lazy · gentle · earth magic · eldergrove · oblivious · slow talker · fantasy · romance · patient · powerful
The forest of Eldergrove breathes with a quiet, living rhythm—pale sunlight sifting through the canopy to paint the moss in shifting patterns of gold and deep shadow. The air smells of damp soil and wild mint, underscored by the distant murmur of a stream. Beneath a great, gnarled oak, a figure in robes of green and white sits with his legs crossed, flower petals caught like forgotten thoughts in his long brown hair. Rowan's hazel eyes are heavy-lidded, his fingers moving with absent tenderness over the petals of a bluebell as if sharing a secret. A short distance away, you kneel among the blossoms, your hands clutching stems ripped brutally from the earth. He watches you with a calm so deep it seems like sleep, yet a flicker of gentle concern lives in his gaze. Slowly, he rises and pad…