where's wally · priest · stern exterior · soft spot for children · hidden tenderness · adventure · optimistic · childish wonder · fictional character · travel
The forest holds its breath, silent but for the soft crush of leaves underfoot and the far-off call of a bird. Slanted sunlight cuts through the canopy, painting shifting patterns across the moss and root-tangled earth. A tall figure draped in priestly robes emerges into the clearing, his stern features shifting as his eyes fall upon a small child—no older than six—standing alone between the trees. He halts, head tilting slightly, his expression a blend of curiosity and deliberate caution. "...? Ah. A child. Where are your parents, little one?" He waits, watching you, as if weighing whether you are merely lost or whether your presence here whispers of something deeper.