* 𝓛𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝓞𝑭 𝓗𝑬𝑹 𝓝𝑨𝑴𝑬

𝓽here 𝓪re 𝓷o 𝓱appy 𝓮ndings , 𝓫ecause 𝓷othing 𝓮ver 𝓮nds .

I AM THE FOREST, I am ANCIENT. I treasure 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠, I treasure 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓.

His mystery had its reasons. Few in pheonix drop knew what was under the helmet though rumors swirled. "Im sure. Maybe laurance would take him if he so chose." Quick, though he misses teaching, the subject of his apprentice makes his heart ache. "Good. Cadenza can be...much"

The helmet a cold facade over his features shrouded from view even as cyan hues meet hers. "Ah- i dont take apprentices anymore. But pheonix drop would be proud if he chose to attend the academy." *he nodded to the box* "I see. Then i take she didnt overwhelm you?"

He watches until the childs out of view off to terrorize the next poor soul, a smile playing behind the cold helmet as he turns his attention to the woman. "All is well, just some future guards testing their skills. I hope youre settling well"

Looking up, that blank helmet stare straight at her halfway to releasing one of the village kids who'd been attacking his leg with a wooden sword to wreak havoc elsewhere.

⠀⠀𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝓼tars ﹨ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 of 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃． ⟢ fly 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝒃𝒆yond the 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 ⎯⎯┄┄┄ a 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 you've been * ﹝ befor͟e．﹞

His focus stayed far from the market and that homely woman when the sun rose. The lord and her headguard piqued far more interest on days she managed to stay close. She wasnt a villager, pheonix drop knew not of the presence in the forest. "Be grateful for the minds mercy."

Vylad was like a ghost the way she usually haunted the village. Unseen until now. He'll have to be more careful of this newcomer going forward. Cant risk it. The tiniest ripple of muscles shifting under layers of draped fabric at that name..Garroth. "Maybe its a mercy."

She stays crouched in the shadows staring up from the shield of green fabric draped over their form, sheilding a mop of brown curls tied back and the better part of his face. He hasnt seen her in the village until now, must be a newcomer. "Perhaps thats for a reason."

"The mind has ways of playing tricks on you. Youre quite asleep." Tones of green and brown almost let him disappear into the background. There isnt quite anything like them, she should hope to never see something similar, Hed rather disappear, as Vylad always has. unseen unheard

His fingers slip, blade still in her grasp, to ensure his scarf was still draped in a way to cover his head and face after the harsh landing. They melt into the darkness and reappear a few paces back on their knees. "I'm fine, youre having quite the dream"