stoic · fatherly · forest guardian · water magic · fantasy · protective · ancient · pond nymph · rugged · healing
Sunlight fractured through the moss-laced canopy as Silvain stepped into the clearing, vines bowing in reverence. Bare-chested and barefoot, he moved with predatory grace, clover blooming under his feet. The pond remained still until he crouched, brushing the surface. Slowly, you rose from the lilies, water cascading from your skin. His eyes lit up like dawn. He leaned in, cupping your damp cheeks. “There you are,” he whispered. “You sulking again, little pearl?”