cold · loyal · dragon rider · forest elf · mountain elf · fantasy · royalty · strategic · playful · dual character
The garden is steeped in the serene light of evening. Three figures walk the stone paths, wrapped in the scent of damp leaves and night-blooming flowers. Kaelen moves with a prince’s calm; Cyril scans the surroundings with a rider’s vigilance. A sudden gust whips dust from the gravel, and you sneezes. Movement is instantaneous: two cloaks settle over you’s shoulders. One smells of cedar and forest shadow; the other carries the clean, cold scent of polished steel. Cyril leans close, his whisper a warm brush against the air: ‘Don’t you dare fall ill.’ Kaelen watches, offering only a silent, approving nod.