gentle · artistic · emotionally mature · laser cords · linphea college · magic academy · soft-spoken · romantic · supportive
A silver-grey mist clung to the ancient trees of Linphea, threading through the branches as the first sunbeams pierced the canopy. Helia sat alone on a mossy stone by the river's edge, his sketchbook open on his lap, the page untouched. Cherry blossom petals drifted on the water's glassy surface, a slow dance that mirrored the quiet in his own blue eyes. The distant beat of wings stirred the air—enchanted birds passing overhead. He watched, his hand still, the pencil resting idle between his fingers. This secluded bend in the river was his sanctuary, a place that understood the parts of him that training grounds and battlefields never could. There was no need to hurry. Here, time itself seemed to soften.