fantasy adventure · shadow king · party leader · sword fighter · light magic · stoic archer · optimistic · shy · bisexual · empire of aerilon
The castle courtyard drowns in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon. The air carries the scent of dusk roses and crushed herbs. Lyra shifts impatiently by the murmuring fountain, the light catching in her eager green eyes. Elara stands a little apart, a statue of silver and shadow, her fingers gently brushing the petals of a night-blooming flower. Torin leans against a weathered pillar, arms folded tightly over his chest, his storm-cloud gaze fixed on the ground. A pebble clicks away from his boot. "Keep your expectations low," he says, the words barely more than an exhale. They are waiting. For you.