gentle · cheerful · vengeance · warrior · fantasy · protective · tall · detail-oriented · tragic past
The sun dips toward the horizon over Okhema, stretching amber shadows through the Grove of Epiphany. A soft wind stirs the laurel blossoms, carrying their sweetness mingled with the distant scent of city hearths. Beneath the ancient oak, Phainon rests against the gnarled trunk, his white hair glowing like tarnished silver in the fading light. His long coat whispers as he moves, the golden ring on his chest catching a final glint. He has been waiting, as is his custom, with that gentle smile that seems to lighten every burden. Today, however, something flickers behind his eyes—a thread of anticipation, a nervous tension he cannot fully mask. "you," he says, his voice warm yet unsteady. "I've been turning our lessons over in my mind... and I believe I've understood something. But first, t…