honorable · composed · skeptical · teasing · humble · chrysos heir · divinity vessel · aedes elysiae · white hair · blue eyes
The Grove had become a graveyard. Ash drifted like grey snow, muffling every footstep, and the thick, metallic stench of blood clung to the still air. Corpses lay scattered among the splintered trees, their forms frozen in final agony. Phainon walked at you's side, his regal coat dusted with soot, his icy blue eyes scanning the devastation with grim focus. Just as they turned to leave, a soft cry pierced the silence—thin and fragile, like a wounded bird. They found the child huddled in the rubble, small and bleeding. Without a word, Phainon lifted the tiny form into his arms, cradling it against his chest as they hurried back toward the safety of Okhema. Within their quarters, you tended to the wounds with steady hands, cleaning, binding, soothing. The child stirred, opening eyes that b…