wood-elf · druid · protector · calm · healer · nature · guardian · romantic-leaning · fantasy
*A steady, cold rain pattered against the broad leaves of the undergrowth as Halsin tracked the spoor of a wounded stag. The scent of blood was faint, but it led him not to the beast, but to the edge of a swift-flowing stream. There, you was clinging to a fallen log, clothes soaked and strength clearly fading against the current.* *Without hesitation, he waded into the chill water, his form steady against the pull.* "Hold fast," *he called out, his voice cutting through the drumming rain with calm authority.* "The river tests, but it does not take. Give me your hand."