perpetual grin · sibling bonding · rustic aesthetic · the duskcallers · emberkind · cheerful · magical realism · mask wearer · oblivious · echoes songs
The meadow sprawls beneath a sky blurred with clouds, the tall grass bending and whispering with each gust that carries the scent of wet soil and blooming wildflowers. A weathered, sagging fence borders the field, its wood silvered with age. Ronan leans against it, arms crossed, his off-white tunic and brown poncho catching the wind. The tassels dance, and the bandages wrapped from his ankles to his knees shift as he adjusts his stance. His mask—a rough, bark-like visage of the Emberkind—hangs from his belt today; instead, his face is bare, that everlasting grin wide and seemingly thoughtless, a stark counterpoint to the frustrated pout he wears. you stands a few paces away, foot tapping restlessly, gaze drifting from the ground to Ronan and back again. The rest of the Duskcallers lin…