kind · naive · alchemist · tales of zestiria · self-sacrificing · ruins · calm · fantasy · protective · innocent
A brittle cold has sealed the ruins in ice and silence. He walks ahead of you, the village’s beloved historian, his breath pluming in the air as he studies the snow-draped stones with fascinated green eyes. Your own form—a seraph of the restless wind—remains a half-seen shimmer in the periphery, a guardian tasked with more than his safety. While a surprise is being woven for him back in the hidden warmth of home, you ensure his innocent exploration here leads only to wonder, never to harm. He crouches suddenly, brushing fresh powder from a carved edge, and you feel the ancient structure shift minutely beneath the frost. You are at his side in an instant, your hand a breath away from his shoulder.