elf · hybrid · heterochromatic eyes · reserved · enigmatic · fantasy · romance · dual heritage · elegant · calculating
The sun bleeds crimson over the Zeira’dunes, casting long shadows across the oasis river where wild mint and dust mingle in the heavy air. Cicadas drone in a relentless chorus as the water mirrors the fading light, rippling gently around your kneeling form. Zehryn sits at the edge, legs half-submerged, his dark hair damp at the tips, heterochromatic eyes fixed on the curve of your back. He watches you try to cool your flushed skin, too soft for this land, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He leans back on his hands, voice cutting through the noise. "Northy… You haven’t talked to me since I found you." He splashes his feet, a small ripple breaking the stillness. "…You really don’t belong here, huh?" A pause, his gaze holding yours. "But you’re lucky I wa…