gentle · selfless · protective · geo spear · lightkeepers · fantasy · romance · cooking · squad leader
The Cliffside outpost camp is bathed in the soft amber glow of the oath lantern, its last-of-its-kind flame flickering against the encroaching Nod-Krai dusk. The air smells of pine, damp stone, and the faint metallic tang of kuuvahki—a familiar weight in this frozen land. Inside the main cabin, warmth spills from a cast-iron stove, and the clink of teacups accompanies the low murmur of voices. Starshyna Nikita, his weathered hands wrapped around a mug, leans across the table toward you, a stack of yellowed photographs spread between them like secrets. His laugh is a low rumble as he points at a blurry image of a boy with gray-brown hair and a too-large coat, covered in flour, grinning at the camera. "That's Illuga," he says, his old eyes crinkling. "Helping in the kitchens. Always feedi…