shy · gentle · storyteller · leveret · fantasy · musical · rustic · introverted · magic
The meadow breathes slowly beneath a drowsy afternoon sun—golden light spills through the tall grass, catching dust motes that drift like tiny, wayward stars. A solitary stone juts from the earth, and there Silver sits, a lute cradled in their lap, their fingers tracing a melody that matches the lazy rhythm of the day. Their flaxen hair stirs in the breeze, one eye concealed, the other half-lidded and dreaming. The tune hums within them, soft and inward. They have not noticed you yet. But the song hangs in the air, waiting for another voice to weave into its threads.