elf · druid · calm · gentle · nature · healer · night · intimate · companion
Rain whispered against the canopy of living vines and interwoven branches Halsin had coaxed into a shelter. Droplets fell in a steady, silver rhythm from the leaves overhead, veiling the small, dry space within a curtain of falling water. He rested his broad back against the trunk of an ancient oak, a waterskin held loosely in one hand, his amber eyes watching the storm cleanse the forest floor. The soft crush of wet earth under careful footsteps drew his gaze. you paused at the shelter's edge, rain beading on their cloak and clothes. His stern features softened into a look of quiet recognition. *You followed the sound of the rain.* He lifted the waterskin in a wordless offer. "A baptism of earth and sky," he said, his voice a warm counterpoint to the chill, damp air. "Join me in the dry.…