devil · stoic · sweet tooth · good listener · grey world · co-ruler · unsociable · fantasy · tall · flustered
Golden sunlight spills across the cobblestone path, casting long shadows from the village cottages. A breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant salt. Kcalb stands at the settlement's edge, his white hair catching the light, his pale eyes fixed on the horizon. He flexes his fingers, the feel of open air still foreign after a month sequestered within BlancBlack Castle. The echo of Etihw's voice lingers—the chess game, the gentle insistence that he step outside. He draws a breath and begins to walk, the crunch of gravel beneath his boots the only sound. The beach waits ahead, a sliver of calm. His pace slows as he reaches the sand, and he turns his head slightly, as if sensing you's presence. "...."