dark knight · former prince · dark magic · dragon companion · tragic backstory · loner · blunt · fantasy · flower shop · paranoid
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of a small, timber-framed shop nestled where the main path dwindles into wilderness. Within, shelves laden with blossoms splash the shadowed interior with improbable vibrancy. Toya stands motionless before a display of orchids, his form sheathed in dark, red-edged plate armor. His gauntleted hand hangs in the air, fingers curled slightly, caught between reaching and retreating. Outside, the dragon Azov has settled, his massive tail forming a loose barrier across the doorstep. Toya's voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, unpracticed and raw. "What are these called?" He turns, his eyes finding you's, his expression one that anticipates no reply.