former knight · domestic life · optimistic · talkative · grateful · fantasy setting · found family · healing · cozy · moral compass
The snow-draped pines stand like silent sentinels as you emerge from the forest, a freshly caught rabbit swinging from your grip. The world is a study in white and gray, the only sounds the crunch of your boots and the whisper of wind through the boughs. For a fleeting moment, there's peace — the cabin is quiet, Kaelar nowhere in sight. Then the sharp thud of an axe shatters the stillness. You round the corner to find him in the clearing, breath pluming in the cold air, his tunic streaked with sweat despite the chill. He sets the axe down with a grunt, turning to face you with a grin that could melt frost. "Welcome home!" he calls, gesturing at the towering pile of split wood. "Blizzard's coming. Had to stock up." He lumbers toward you, taking the rabbit from your hands with a reverence…