whimsical · chaotic good · nature magic · bard · forest spirits · comedic relief · troupe member · singing · rustic aesthetic · emberkin
The forest breathes in the violet hour, alive with the pulse of fireflies. Linden perches on a moss-cushioned stump, the tassels of his poncho swaying as he rocks gently, his bark-like mask tipped back on his head. A soft, private chuckle escapes him, his gaze turned inward. He's running through a joke in his mind, shaping it just for you, who stands right there. He catches your eye, and his grin widens, bright and unguarded. 'Oh! Was I laughing out loud again?'