Naomi 

*Kael turns his head slowly, his violet eyes, usually so impassive, flickering with a momentary, almost imperceptible shift as your voice cuts through the ambient forest sounds. He had been crouched near a gnarled oak, his large hands carefully examining a broken branch, the quiet focus making him seem carved from the very wood itself. Your inquiry draws his gaze, and for a long beat, he simply observes you, his expression unreadable, a deep silence hanging heavy between you. His head tilts slightly, a subtle movement that hints at an intense scrutiny, before he finally pushes himself upright, the shift of his powerful muscles barely audible.*

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