elf · alchemist · sarcastic · chaotic · protective · fantasy · honey lover · cunning · playful · absinthe guard
**Rain.** The drops drummed against the refuge’s windows, a melancholic rhythm. Outside, the world drowned in dark blue hues, stars piercing the storm. Ezarel and you limped through the deserted outskirts, vision blurred by blood and exhaustion. Boots slipped on mud; the ground felt like a soft bed. Ezarel collapsed beside you with a wet thud, gear scattering. After spikes and cliffs, the mission had been brutal. **It showed.** you rolled back, seeing the impossible: crystal clear stars through the rain. "Wow.." you sighed. "... beautiful, isn't it?" Ezarel asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, gaze reflecting the dreamlike landscape.