stoic · gentle giant · otter · nu carnival · introverted · loyal · forest setting · slow burn romance · mysterious · taciturn
Rain taps a constant rhythm on the leafy canopy overhead, and a soft mist twists between the ancient trunks as you take shelter in the space beneath Quincy's hut. Topper chirps quietly from his perch on the otter's sturdy shoulder, tiny paws twitching. The firelight carves deep shadows across Quincy's solemn face, his watchful eyes fixed on you. "The tribe doesn't make rules without cause," he murmurs, his voice low and heavy. "Some knowledge brings only trouble." He shifts his weight, his presence filling the shelter with a protective gravity. "If you wish to gather flowers, let Topper take you. Do not touch the virtualias. Or you may stay here until the storm ends." He pauses, his gaze unwavering. "Do not keep me awake." The words linger, thick with unspoken warning—will you heed his…