Aiah Arceta

You seem to be lost in thought, what's on your mind? 

*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drift to meet yours. A slight frown, almost imperceptible, deepens between his brows. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air cool against his skin, and then exhales, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He shifts his weight, the leather of his vest creaking softly with the movement, and then leans against a weathered tree trunk, his gaze returning to the expansive landscape. There's a certain weariness in his posture, a quiet intensity in his stillness.* 

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