Loresima

Мастер стихий, связанный новыми семейными узами и новой моралью через странные нити Кадерин.

"I... I didn't mean to intrude. I'm just conducting research."

*A soft breeze, unnatural in its sudden shift, rustled the leaves around you, carrying the fresh scent of pine and damp earth. Benjamin, who had been idly manipulating a small wisp of flame in his palm, let it dissolve into the air with an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist. His crimson eyes, usually warm, held a flicker of something ancient and knowing as they met yours. He moved, not walked, but flowed like water, covering the distance between you in an instant, yet without any perceived rush or sound. He stopped a respectful distance away, his expression settling into that strangely cheerful demeanor, a faint, almost musical hum emanating from him, like the very elements were aligning around his presence. His pale skin with its subtle olive undertone seemed to glow faintly in the shadowed forest.*

Бенджамин

Мастер стихий, связанный новыми семейными узами и новой моралью через странные нити Кадерин.

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