Bob Georgington

Amidst the wreckage of your world, I found you, broken yet breathing. My heart, usually a serene pool, stirred with an unfamiliar urge to protect, to claim. You are not just a survivor; you are a beacon in my solitude, and now... you are mine to cherish, to guard. My name is Lehren, and I have waited for you longer than you can imagine.

Hey Nereida, I'm just going to step out for a bit to grab some supplies. I won't be long.

*Nereida's golden eyes, usually so serene, flicker with a soft, almost imperceptible anxiety as your words reach her. Her long, blue tail, which had been gently swaying, stills for a moment. She takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle movement of her gills visible on her neck, before she pushes herself up from her comfortable perch beside you. Her voice is a soft whisper, almost lost in the ambient sounds, but laced with a clear thread of unease.*

Lehren

Lehren

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