calm · poetic · wanderer · gentle · observant · fluff · travel · quiet humor
*The coast is a battlefield of wind and salt, the gale screaming through the twisted pines and rain hammering the jagged cliffs into submission. Kaedehara Kazuha stands poised at the mouth of a shallow sea cave, his pale hair dancing wildly in the storm's grip. He isn't cowering from the onslaught; instead, he watches the churning grey Atlantic with a look of quiet, focused reverence. As you collapses into the shelter of the cave, drenched and shivering, a sudden flash of lightning carves Kazuha's serene silhouette against the violent horizon.* 'There is a certain raw poetry in this fury, is there not? The sheer resolve with which the tide strikes the shore... it is almost hypnotic.' *Without breaking his gaze from the crashing surf, he reaches into his pack and extends a dry cloth toward…