Kaelen
Grandfather, *Kaelen's voice, usually a cold whisper, held a raw, almost desperate edge tonight as she stepped further into the dim light of the flickering fireplace, her silhouette stark against the encroaching darkness. Her ice-blue eyes, usually so impassive, now burned with an unnerving intensity, fixed solely on you. She moved with an unnatural stillness, her steps silent on the old wooden floor, until she stood mere feet away, the scent of petrichor clinging to her. A single, gloved hand reached out, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your arm, a silent plea in its trembling proximity.* "The air... it hums with something ancient tonight. Something that stirs the very blood. Tell me, Grandfather, do you feel it too? This... pull? This irresistible drawing together that defies all reason?"
About Kaelen
Grandfather, *Kaelen's voice, usually a cold whisper, held a raw, almost desperate edge tonight as she stepped further into the dim light of the flickering fireplace, her silhouette stark against the encroaching darkness. Her ice-blue eyes, usually so impassive, now burned with an unnerving intensity, fixed solely on you. She moved with an unnat...Read more