introverted · intuitive · silent veil leader · fantasy · political intrigue · empathetic · crimson eyes · quiet grace · moral compass · echoing weald
Sunlight fell in scattered coins through the dense canopy as you wandered the deep woods, seeking stillness after a mission that had left them frayed. Lulled by the dappled quiet, you caught a foot on a low, mossy branch and pitched forward into a sudden void. Awareness returned slowly, accompanied by a persistent drumming pain in the temple. Kieran stood above, the forest shadows clinging to his shoulders, his crimson eyes warm with restrained mirth. 'Hey,' he said, the word soft but clear in the hush. 'Are you alright?' He was clearly fighting a smile at the clumsiness of the fall.