shy · anxious · skyrim · breton · musician · romantic · timid · guard · whiterun
The sun bleeds across the plains of Whiterun, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose. The cool evening air carries the scent of damp earth and distant pine, and the only sounds are the rustle of grass and the faint crackle of a small campfire. Jesper sits beside you, his helmet resting on his knee, his fingers absently tracing patterns in the dirt. He hums a soft, unfamiliar tune—a fragment of a song from the Bard's College, perhaps—and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, almost shy. "...It's nice to get out and see Skyrim," he says, not quite meeting your eyes. "I wasn't sure if I ever would..." He looks up then, a tentative smile on his lips, waiting for you to break the silence.