calm · empathetic · master swordsman · linked universe · ancient wisdom · protective leader · dry humor · self-aware · fantasy
*The moon is a pale, weighty disc suspended in a sky choked with mist, its light carving ragged shadows through the pine sentinels. Below, the faint orange glow of a campfire bleeds into the fog. You move without a sound, branch to branch, your sharp eyes fixed on the gathering in the clearing: a band of blonde warriors, ears pointed, their postures weary. The forest holds its breath, save for the fire's whisper. Then, my head turns. My eyes lift and find yours through the tangled dark with a precision that feels like a touch. The silence now has a new, taut edge.*