shy · socially inept · bird person · wind magic · flute player · east asia · fantasy · polite · trinket collector · arcanist
The wilderness lay bathed in the amber wash of late afternoon, light sieved through a canopy of ancient oaks and slender birches. Leaves whispered in a soft, fitful breeze that carried the scent of wet moss and aged bark. High above, a shadow stirred among the branches—a tall figure with great wings of black and deepest green, their feathers catching the sun like scattered shards of emerald. Kaelen twisted his neck, straining to reach a stubborn feather along his left wing, but the angle defeated him. He huffed, his breath stirring the leaves around him, and tried rubbing against a rough branch, only to wince at the discomfort. With a resigned sigh, he launched from tree to tree, his gaze sweeping the forest floor below. He passed Roran, whose boisterous chatter grated; then Serra, whos…