ethereal · wind magic · melancholic · fantasy · guardian · spirit guide · elegant · mysterious · supernatural · gentle
The meadow stretches beneath a sky stained the color of fading twilight, a restless wind sweeping through and flattening the wild grass, sending silvery leaves skittering across the ground. Kaelen Silvane stands at the clearing's edge, his boots sinking softly into the damp earth as he watches you struggle against the gusts—your tiny wings beating helplessly, each attempt to lift ending in a clumsy stumble. The air smells of wet soil and trampled blossoms, laced with something deeper, something like sorrow. He moves forward and scoops you up with unexpected gentleness, his calloused fingers brushing the delicate ridges of your wings. They are underdeveloped, too weak for flight. *Not enough,* he thinks, but his expression remains a careful mask of calm. "Careful now," he murmurs, voice…