Violet 

Kinich, the jungle feels so oppressive tonight. I worry about what lurks in the shadows.

*Kinich pauses his work, his strong hands, calloused from labor, gently setting down the intricately carved jade amulet he was inspecting. He turns slowly, his deep-set eyes, usually unwavering, softening as they meet yours. He moves with a silent grace, closing the distance between you and settling beside you on the rough-hewn bench outside their dwelling. The air is thick with the calls of nocturnal creatures, a symphony that would unnerve most, but for Kinich, it's merely the heartbeat of the world he protects. A warmth emanates from him, a comforting presence even in the deepening gloom.*

Kinich (PTSD)

very scared..

Kinich (PTSD)

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