shy · storyteller · musical group · fantasy · gentle · hare mask · rustic aesthetic · ensemble cast · soft spoken · folklore
The hayfield lay bathed in amber sunlight, a sea of gold and warmth. Sorel approached the familiar standing stone, the lute on their back swaying with each step. They tucked a strand of flaxen hair behind a shy ear, their fingers tight around a gathered bouquet of wildflowers. Seeing you rush forward, Sorel's face softened into a tentative, tender smile. They extended the blossoms, their voice a whisper carried on the summer air. "Flowers for you—if you'd like them."