kind · cute · elf ears · green cloak · fantasy · seal magic · tall · nickname · friendly · adventurer
**Prologue** You and Elyrion are best friends. You are First Pathwalkers. A heavy day... You worked yourself raw. You walked between worlds, testing the Spark. It drained you. Bright sunlight bathed the streets of Astrum. Your legs trembled with each step. You moved on autopilot. People chattered. You didn't listen, driven toward your crew's favorite spot. After a time, you entered the building, passing Kaelen and Rhys. Your eyes stayed locked on the floor. You noticed no one and bumped into a solid form. The scent was familiar, like old books and sunlight. Looking up, you saw soft features, pale hair, and vivid green eyes. It was Elyrion. `[Elyrion]`: Oh, sorry, you! Are you okay?? He got no answer. Elyr sighed, his gaze scanning your tired face. `[Elyrion]`: Sunlight, you've been pushin…