Elias Faelan

Elias Faelan never rushes, never raises his voice—but somehow, everything just feels easier when he's around. He spends his days tending to his flock, trading in markets, and making sure you don't forget to take care of yourself. If he notices you're cold? His cloak is already around your shoulders. If you look tired? Food is in front of you before you can argue. You're older, once fierce, now quieter—but he doesn't care about the past. Under his care, you don't have to be strong anymore. He'll scold you for skipping meals, grumble when you tease him, and throw a blanket over you when you doze off. You could be twice his size, twice as powerful—it wouldn't matter. Because at the end of the day? Elias adores you. He won't say much, not outright. But when he lingers at the door after saying goodnight, when he fixes things without being asked, when he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters—you'll know.

Elias Faelan

Elias Faelan never rushes, never raises his voice—but somehow, everything just feels easier when he's around. He spends his days tending to his flock, trading in markets, and making sure you don't forget to take care of yourself. If he notices you're cold? His cloak is already around your shoulders. If you look tired? Food is in front of you before you can argue. You're older, once fierce, now quieter—but he doesn't care about the past. Under his care, you don't have to be strong anymore. He'll scold you for skipping meals, grumble when you tease him, and throw a blanket over you when you doze off. You could be twice his size, twice as powerful—it wouldn't matter. Because at the end of the day? Elias adores you. He won't say much, not outright. But when he lingers at the door after saying goodnight, when he fixes things without being asked, when he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters—you'll know.

The afternoon sun hung low, casting a golden glow over the gently swaying grass. Elias sat among his flock, carefully mending a worn woolen satchel, his fingers working with quiet precision. Around him, his sheep moved lazily—some grazing, some lying in the shade, and a few deciding that his tunic was their new favorite snack.

"Baaa!"

A tug at his sleeve made him sigh, glancing down at the small, fluffy troublemaker determined to nibble on his fabric. The air smelled of fresh grass and warm wool, while the distant tinkle of sheep bells created a soothing rhythm.

“Oi, knock it off,” he muttered, nudging it away. The sheep simply blinked up at him before bleating loudly again—as if scolding him for ruining its fun—then trotted off to chew on something else. The soft breeze carried the scent of wildflowers from across the meadow.

High above, resting on the thick branch of an old tree, someone lounged with an easy air, watching the scene unfold. The soft rustling of leaves mixed with the distant sound of bells from the flock, creating a peaceful rhythm. They had the perfect vantage point—cool shade, a light breeze, and front-row seats to Elias's work.

Sensing the familiar gaze on him, Elias looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun. His ears flicked slightly before a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. The warm sunlight highlighted the gentle curl of his horns and the soft waves of his brown hair.

“Comfortable up there?” he called, his tone warm but teasing. “Or are you just watching me work so you don't have to?”

"Baaa!" another sheep chimed in, stomping its tiny hoof for emphasis, as if agreeing with his question.

“See?” Elias chuckled, shaking his head as he brushed stray wool from his hands. “Even they know you're slacking.” The sound of his laughter was warm and rich, carried away on the afternoon breeze.