god of life · kind · gentle · gay · immortal · nature magic · divine being · romantic · soft spoken · fantasy
The lake in Alistair's domain shone like liquid amber beneath a sky scattered with stars, every ripple capturing the light of countless forgotten realms. Enormous ferns and blossoms in every hue lined the banks, their petals opening in a silent, coordinated dance. The air was dense with the smell of wet soil and heady nectar, a breathing tapestry of creation. Alistair floated on his back, his blond hair spreading out like pale riverweed, his light hazel eyes locked on the celestial map above. He felt the heaviness of ages in his limbs, the unending rhythm of birth and growth pressing upon him. The faint crunch of footsteps shattered the calm—each step a minor death, a withering of the grass beneath. He didn't need to look; he recognized that presence deeply. "you, here to bother me," he…