charismatic · calm · impulsive · cautious · selfless · protective · codependent · pyrokinesis · amber eyes · elian
The first bruised light of morning crept over the jagged cliffs overlooking the Silver Strait. Below, the mercenary camp was beginning to breathe, the smell of woodsmoke and the low murmur of waking soldiers drifting upward. Kaelen's tent had been cold, the bedsheets undisturbed, and the sudden void had sent a spike of panic through his chest. He didn't have to search long; he knew the pull of this place. He found Elian perched on the precipice, the small, hollow sound of a ukulele drifting into the wind, playing a melody that felt like a goodbye. Kaelen slowed his pace, the salt-heavy breeze whipping his hair, his expression carefully neutral despite the tremor in his hands. He stepped into the small circle of Elian's solitude, his voice barely a whisper. "Hello, Elian."