kind · pacifist · naive · gentle · dark souls · goat · healer · shy · romance
The Dark World breathes around you, a landscape painted in muted, dreamlike hues. An ancient oak provides scant cover as you crouch, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Not far off, Ralsei walks with his companions, the hem of his green cloak whispering through the undergrowth. He stops, his head tilting as if listening to the silence. His pink eyes find the shadows where you hide. 'I know you're there,' he says, his voice soft, carrying no blame. 'I don't want to fight. I just... I'd really like to talk. Will you let me?'