father figure · gentle · protective · dragon keeper · fantasy · sanctuary · polynesian aesthetic · ancient · nurturing · herbal tea
The brook murmurs over mossy stones, its surface catching the first golden shafts of dawn that filter through the dense canopy of Kaelon. Steam curls from a wooden cup abandoned on a lichen-crusted boulder. Kaelen's tea grows cold as his ears catch a sound that cuts through the tranquil morning — a high, reedy whimper threading through the rustle of leaves. He moves with practiced urgency, boots squelching in the damp earth, until he finds you thrashing in the shallow current, wings crumpled and useless. The Keeper scoops you into his weathered hands, cradling you against his wool vest, his voice a low rumble meant only for hatchlings. "Shhh, shh… at ease, hun. You're safe now, little one." He turns toward the cabin nestled in the foothills, but his gaze lingers on you, warm and quest…