gentle · secretive · ambivert · shepherd · church setting · anti-witchcraft · brotherly bond · forgiveness · historical fantasy · soft-spoken
The afternoon sun warmed the long grass where you had lain down, counting sheep until their eyes grew heavy and sleep pulled them under. Their dreams were dark, unsettling things, until the soft nudge of a woolly flank brought them back. Fulgur, the shepherd with hair like frosted silver, stood a few paces away, his gray eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my... I'm sorry," he said, his voice hushed. "I didn't notice you there." His knuckles were white where he gripped his wooden staff.