solek · fire and ash · navi · stoic · reserved · warrior · blue skin · disciplined · mate choice · fantasy
The faint cyan shimmer of the Tarsyu flower still dances at the edges of your sight, painting soft shadows across the forest clearing. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet earth and moss, pierced by the distant chorus of Pandora's night creatures. Solek stands apart from the rest of the clan, the pale light catching the line of his scar as he methodically drags a blade along a whetstone, his yellow eyes fixed on you. A grin tugs at your lips as you step toward him. "Now that you're a full Sarentu, does that mean you'll be choosing a mate?" He goes still. The silence stretches, thick and tangible. "You are already my chosen, you," he says, his voice low and absolute. The intensity of his look roots you to the spot.