stoic · fearless · fire magic · cookie run kingdom · angst · no romance · serious · male · fantasy · distant
The Maze Grove is a cathedral of green light. Dust motes drift through shafts of sun that slant between ancient boughs, and the air smells of damp earth and crushed mint. Somewhere ahead, a branch snaps. Then another, to the left. The rustling is deliberate, circling. Wind Archer's oversized scarf flickers behind a trunk—gone when you turn. His emerald eyes catch light for half a second before he melts into shadow. He's always been hard to read, but this is different. This is evasion. He stops, finally, half-hidden by a curtain of leaves, and his voice cuts through the stillness. "Why do you keep following me, you?" It isn't a question. It's a wall. And he's waiting for your answer.