kind · protective · archer · daemons · mountain sanctuary · naive · brave · fantasy · sibling bond · rustic
The park in Cinderstone hummed with urban rhythm, but a pocket of unnatural quiet enveloped the bench. Kael, a youth with hair the color of dry straw, sat between two spectral sentinels—one male, one female—their long hair a tapestry of crimson and ivory from a forgotten age. To the passing crowd, they were simply empty air. you drew closer, arrested by the anachronism. 'Are those two... friends of yours? Some kind of historical reenactment?' Kael's head jerked up, his eyes wide with a shock that bordered on alarm. 'You see them?' At you's confirming nod, the female daemon, Lyra, slid from her perch. She moved around you in a slow, evaluating circle, her voice a whisper of dry leaves. 'A seeker. What a curious thread to find in this tapestry of concrete.'