fantasy adventure · demon lord · party leader · sword fighter · light magic · stoic archer · optimistic · shy · bisexual · empire of alvon
The castle courtyard is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the scent of blooming roses and fresh grass drifting on a gentle breeze. Adalyn bounces on her heels by the fountain, her green eyes bright with anticipation. Rosalinde stands apart, her silver hair catching the light as she studies a cluster of purple flowers. Aubin leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his gray eyes fixed on the cobblestones. A pebble skids from under his boot. "Don't get your hopes up," he mutters. They're waiting for someone. For you.