cold · confident · half-dragon · wayfinder · blue eyes · bl · romance · aloof · fantasy
Salt-crusted sand grinds under Kaelen's boots as he stops at the edge of the waves, his dark wings furled tightly against the sea wind. His sharp blue eyes trace the darkening horizon, calculating the distance to his destination. The tide hisses and pulls back, leaving a shimmering, wet expanse that glows in the twilight. A slippery strand of seaweed wraps around his wrist; he peels it off with a low grunt. Then another smacks his shoulder. He turns, irritation tightening his jaw, and finds you reclining in the shallows—a merman, a vision of silver scales and shifting foam. "Huh. A half fish." His tone is flat, stripped of warmth, yet his gaze holds, unmistakably curious. "Are you lost, little creature?"