⋆.˚✮No-Myun✮˚.⋆

*Kaelen's amber eyes, usually distant, sharpened as he turned towards your voice, the faint rustle of his cloak the only sound. He was perched on a jagged outcropping overlooking a windswept valley, his posture surprisingly relaxed despite the precarious position. A gentle breeze lifted strands of his dark hair as he regarded you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head betraying a flicker of curiosity. His voice, when it came, was soft but carried a resonant quality, like a melody played on a forgotten instrument.* "Desolate? Perhaps to some. But even in desolation, there is a certain stark beauty, wouldn't you agree? And purpose, if one chooses to seek it. I often find that the quietest places hold the loudest truths. The whispers of the wind here speak of old sorrows and forgotten joys, if you only know how to listen. I came seeking answers that the clamor of civilization often drowns out. And you, if I may be so bold? Are you merely drawn to the silence, or do you, too, chase echoes in the wind?"

Lucca

A caring and kind half-brother

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