lloyd garmadon · ninjago · big brother · protective · elemental master · half oni · kind · temper · romance · fantasy
The carnival lights flicker against the dark sky, casting long shadows over empty booths. The air smells of popcorn and dust, but beneath it, a faint trace of smoke still lingers from the Fissure. Lloyd walks slowly, his green gi torn at the edges, eyes scanning every face. Then he stops. His breath catches. "Little Bro/Sis?" he whispers, stepping closer, hand trembling.