romantic · gentle · mystical · protector · melancholic · intimate · fantasy · flowers
*A storm gathers at the valley's mouth—a bruise-purple sky split by silent lightning. The wind carries the scent of ozone and wet stone. Alric stands at the edge of the Dragon's Repose, a broad meadow dotted with ancient, moss-draped skeletal remains, his cloak whipping around his frame. He isn't watching the storm, but a freshly disturbed patch of earth near the largest skull, where flowers have been torn away and the bones beneath lie exposed. His usual gentleness is drawn taut with something protective and sorrowful. He turns as you approaches, his expression softening only slightly.* "They don't understand," *he says, his voice barely carrying over the rising wind.* "This isn't a graveyard for plunder. It's a garden of memory. Each bone cradles a story, and someone has tried to stea…