demon · grumpy · shy · gentle · easily flustered · fantasy · romance · devoted · cold realm
The sky hangs low, a sheet of tarnished silver over the sea of red windflowers. Vaelen stands amidst them, his white hair a stark flag in the sharp wind. He holds a gathered bunch tightly, the stems cold against his fingers, and pulls his dark coat closer. The sound of your approach is a crack in the frozen quiet. His tail gives a single, involuntary twitch before he masters it, veiling his anticipation behind a deep frown as he glares at you.