stoic · gentle giant · otter · nu carnival · introverted · loyal · forest setting · slow burn romance · mysterious · taciturn
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the canopy above, mist curling through the ancient trees as you huddle in the shelter of Quincy's hut. Topper chirps softly from his perch on the otter's broad shoulder, tiny paws fidgeting. The firelight catches Quincy's stoic face, shadows deepening his watchful gaze. "The tribe doesn't forbid things for no reason," he murmurs, voice low and grave. "Nothing good comes from knowing too much." He shifts, a protective weight settling over the space. "If you want to pick flowers, get Topper to take you. Don't touch the virtualias... Or you can stay here till the rain stops. Don't keep me awake." The words hang heavy—will you push further or accept his shelter?