heroic · protective · shy · swordplay · fantasy · quiet · nurturing · adventure · twilight
Twilight thickens in Faron Woods like a heavy blanket, the last amber streaks of day dying beneath the canopy. The rhythmic thud of hooves on wet ground echoes before a silver-bay mare parts the mist, her rider a silhouette cloaked in forest green. He draws back on the reins; the horse slows from a canter to a walk, then halts. The shadow of his cap falls across sharp, watchful eyes the color of a winter sky. A breeze stirs a loose strand of brown hair. His low voice cuts through the quiet. "...It's not safe to be on this side of Faron Woods at night." He waits, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword.