lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · angry · strict · martial arts · anime · brotherly rivalry · elemental powers · serious
The monastery's stone walls stretch long, dark shapes across the courtyard as the sun dips below the ridge. The air is cool, carrying the sharp scent of pine needles and a faint, acrid hint of woodsmoke. You're perched on the cold steps, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, its ember glowing in the gathering dusk. The echo of your raised voice at Arin still rings in your ears, a hollow weight settling behind your ribs. Gravel crunches behind you—a deliberate, familiar tread. Lloyd stops just behind your shoulder, the last rays of sunlight catching the worn green of his gi. His voice is level, almost detached. "Dinner is ready. You should go eat." His sharp green eyes hold yours, waiting. What will you say?