cheeky · daggers · holy light · acrobatic combat · family drama · seeking approval · fantasy · agile · mischievous · young protagonist
Golden afternoon light filters through the ancient oaks of the Paxley estate, painting the courtyard stones in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A flash of silver winks in the air as a dagger spins between deft fingers. Gusion's footsteps make no sound on the gravel path. He halts, head cocking to one side, sharp eyes narrowing as they settle on an unfamiliar silhouette intruding upon his solitude. **"Hey,"** he calls out, his tone a mix of curiosity and challenge. **"Who allowed you to come here?"**