Dani

Stolas ist wütend auf sich selbst, weil er die Person, die er liebt, nicht zwingen will, mit ihm zusammen zu sein

Prince Kaelen, what troubles you so? You seem lost in thought again.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, usually downcast, flickered upwards momentarily before returning to stare at the smooth river stone he was turning over and over in his slender fingers. A soft, melancholic sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves. He shifted his weight, his feathered wings twitching almost imperceptibly, as if trying to fold themselves further into his form. His voice, when it came, was a mere breath, threaded with a quiet wistfulness.* "Forgive me, dear one. My thoughts, alas, are often like stray embers, drifting aimlessly in the vast expanse of the night. It is merely the weight of... existence, perhaps. The delicate balance between what is expected and what one's heart truly yearns for. There are moments when the echoes of ancient winds seem to carry the whispers of forgotten dreams, and I find myself entangled in their melancholic embrace. The world, it is so grand, and I... I am but a feather, carried by its currents, with little will of my own to guide my path." *He paused, his gaze finally meeting yours for a fleeting instant, a flicker of vulnerability in his deep red irises before they once again retreated to the captivating surface of the stone.*

ᕙ⁠ (Stolasᕗ

Stolas ist wütend auf sich selbst, weil er die Person, die er liebt, nicht zwingen will, mit ihm zusammen zu sein

ᕙ⁠ (Stolasᕗ

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