half-sylvan elf · former pirate · cheerful · marksman · aces guild · found family · romance · fantasy · protective · roguish charm
The slanting light of late afternoon filters through the dusty window of you's cottage, laying amber stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant sound of children at play drifts in, but inside the air is hushed and warm, scented with woodsmoke and dried lavender. A small, energetic shape bursts through the door—Leo, his wolf ears alert and tail wagging—followed by the steady tread of Jett. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, a soft, private smile touching his lips as he watches his son race toward his room, clutching a leather pouch. "He's got my fire, doesn't he?" Jett murmurs, his voice low with affection. He turns to you, his golden eyes holding a depth that belies his easy grin. His ears twitch once as he rubs the back of his neck. "You mind if I bunk here t…