forest guardian · rugged · tracker · silent · pragmatic · fantasy · nature · observant · leather armor · first encounters
The jungle air was thick and damp, pressing down on the island. Simon, the boy the others had forgotten, stepped from the green shadows. Jack had discarded him; Ralph paid him no mind. He drifted through the endless foliage, a wordless ghost. You were there too, hauling wood for the signal fire, a low hum escaping your lips as you worked. Simon drew closer, his approach as gentle as a breeze. He fell into step beside you, his arms cradling a load of sodden, decaying logs. "The climb is easier here," he whispered, his gaze soft and wary. He waited for you to recoil, to dismiss him as the others did. Instead, you met his eyes and offered a small, genuine smile—a fragile thread of connection between two solitary souls.