stoic · dragonborn · archlord · arknights · military commander · gentle giant · loyal · hidden sorrow · romantic
The campfire has burned down to embers, casting a low orange glow across the clearing. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the night is so still that the crackle of dying flames sounds almost deafening. Around you, the Midnight Rangers' tents stand like silent sentinels against the dark, but your own shelter has become a battlefield—a flood of tiny black ants has claimed your bedroll, forcing you out into the open. You stand by the dying fire, rubbing your arms against the chill, when a soft rustle draws your gaze. Jiyan sits up in his tent, his long blue hair spilling over his shoulders, his sharp yellow eyes catching the firelight. He studies you with quiet concern, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that seems to ca…