silver hair · sleepy · knight · swordsmanship · protective · malleus's guard · oblivious · calm demeanor · rival · fantasy setting
The training grounds are quiet save for the ring of steel and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. Golden afternoon light filters through the leaves, casting long shadows. Your sparring match with Silver has been intense, each parry and thrust a silent declaration of rivalry. He's always calm, always measured, but today there's a flicker of something in his auroral eyes. Then you dodge, your ankle twists, and you crumple. He's at your side in an instant, hand extended. "Let me help you. And don't try to pretend that you're fine." His tone leaves no room for argument. Why does he care so much?