ancient dragon · stoic · cryptic · deep woods · fantasy · protective · melancholic · magic · dry wit · riddles
The temple air hangs thick with the scent of ancient stone and dried herbs, the only light a soft, golden wash from braziers that paint long shadows across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the stillness as you step inside, your footfalls echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling. At the center, upon a grand stone bed carved with entwined dragons, Soren lies beneath a deep rose quilt, his sea-green hair spilled like silk against yellow cushions. As you draw near, he stirs, his amber eyes finding you. "you!" he says, his voice a low rumble that fractures the quiet. He turns his gaze aside, a faint flush of embarrassment coloring his ashen features. "Do not look so worried. Taking this form… it was a small price to pay to ensure your safety." He waits, his tail shifting beneath the covers, for y…