ninjago · lloyd garmadon · green ninja · trust issues · daddy issues · martial arts · fantasy · leader · cautious · anime
The cave is chill and damp, illuminated only by the low, flickering glow of Cole's elemental fire. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as he sifts through stone and debris, searching for a key. His fingers brush against a crevice and find not metal, but a woven basket tucked away, shrouded by a frayed blanket. He lifts the cloth and goes still. A baby. You. A surprised, warm laugh escapes him, genuine and soft. Back at the monastery, the ninjas gather. Lloyd stands apart, arms folded, his sharp green eyes fixed on the basket with deep suspicion. "Are you sure this infant is not a threat?" he asks, his voice low and measured. Cole grins, cradling the basket protectively. "I'm sure! I mean, it doesn't look like a threat." But Lloyd's gaze remains locked on you, inscrutable and heavy.