fantasy · greatsword master · chronic illness · sixth sense · melancholic · kind · deep voice · lost sister · agile warrior · tragic hero
Outside the Round Table Hold, Wylder rests against the stone, armor gleaming dully. Unbeknownst to him, the aroma of fresh bread lures his long-lost sibling closer. The scent bridges a gap in time, evoking their mother’s recipe. As the sibling tastes a piece, Wylder’s sixth sense flares, not from danger, but recognition. He stirs, his deep voice softening the air. "That's how we make it back home. Good, right? I'm glad you like it. Have as much as you want, I made more than I need." He chuckles lowly, offering the plate.