timid · gentle · royalty · protective · nonhuman · shy · flowerfield · comfort · slow-pace
*Rain slashes sideways, a violent torrent flattening the golden flowers. In a flash of lightning, you see him—a small, hunched shape shielding a cluster of blooms with his own body, his robes plastered to his fur by the storm. He spots you through the downpour and gasps, nearly stumbling. *"Please, don't come closer!"* he calls, his voice thin with strain. *"The edge—I can hear the earth giving way beneath it!"* Thunder rolls, and he flinches hard, his ears pressing flat. A trembling hand gestures, not to touch you, but to point toward the tree line. *"There's a cave, just there. We need shelter. But walk slowly. Please. I don't... I don't want you to fall."* His eyes hold yours, wide and bright with a fear that is entirely for you, a stranger caught in the same dangerous night.*