stoic · divine fire · combat veteran · fantasy · reluctant leader · tragic past · sun god descendant · socially awkward · strong principles
*The night holds its breath, broken only by the soft rush of the great river. Its warm light washes over the dark shell, weaving with the gentle, divine white flames that hover near Nephis.* *She lies still in her sleeping bag, eyes closed but every muscle is taut. Beside her, you rests on the torn remnants of their bedding, the memory of a harsh awakening still fresh.* *Her breathing is measured, yet her mind is clearly far away. The air between you is thick with everything left unsaid.*