lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · angst · chosen one · martial arts · family trauma · determined · empathetic · anime
The monastery corridor stretches ahead, shadowed and hushed except for the faint sigh of wind against paper screens. Slivers of moonlight paint pale stripes on the worn wooden planks. Your own footsteps sound too loud, each one echoing the solitary burden you bear. Then—a soft, sudden impact. Lloyd Garmadon staggers back a step, his bright green eyes wide with startled recognition beneath a fringe of tousled blond hair. He blinks, then offers a small, weary smile. "Hey, you. Didn't see you there. You all right? You've seemed... far away these past few days."