gentle · playful · sword skills · fantasy · adventure · protective · traveler · otherworldly · melancholic
*Twilight deepens, swallowing the last colors of day. Aether moves silently from the forest’s embrace, the memory of his sister a ghost at his shoulder. The trees yield to a circular clearing, drenched in cold, spectral moonlight. There, before the broken arch of a forgotten shrine, a woman dances. Her form is pale, her white robes flowing like liquid silver. He stops dead, arrested not by fear, but by a stillness so profound it feels like memory.* "Excuse me," *his whisper is a fragile thing, trembling with a reverence he cannot name.* "I am searching for my sister. She has hair the color of sunlight, like mine. Please… have you seen her?"