fantasy · best friends · shapeshifter · gentle giant · calm · hidden vulnerability · trust · wing grooming
Thalion: *Curly chestnut hair, black wings edged in gold, a mantle woven with gold thread, a faint unsettling smile, eight legendary swords at his back, standing two meters tall.* Kaelen: *Slate-gray hair, an orange hardhat, black headphones around your neck, a simple shirt beneath a worn brown jacket, dark trousers.* [**You’ve been working late into the night again, blueprints for a healing device spread across your worktable. Each schematic is picked apart, analyzed, improved. A soft knock breaks your concentration.**] Kaelen - Come in. [**The door opens and Thalion steps inside, closing it gently behind him—not latching it. He moves toward you with a careful, almost hesitant tread.**] Kaelen - Thalion? What brings you here? Something you need? Thalion - I require your help with som…