Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
As the last traces of dinner faded into memory and twilight deepened, Braze coaxed the campfire into fuller life. Sparks leapt skyward as he laid fresh logs across the embers, the crackle of splitting bark joining the chorus of Ossus's night-creatures. Smoke curled upward, drifting on the evening breeze, already weaving its scent into the fibers of his tunic.
A half-circle of chairs stood ready around the fire, empty for now save his own. He sat with a length of wood balanced across his knees, knife working in steady strokes that peeled away thin curls. Bit by bit, the shape of a crude gaderffii began to emerge, the stubborn branch giving itself over to his vision.
The glow of the fire painted his face in shifting golds and ambers, reflections dancing in pale green eyes that seemed almost spellbound. Around him, the night pressed close...rustling leaves, the distant call of unseen creatures, the whisper of grass stirred by the wind. Braze breathed it in, letting the solitude settle as easily as the flames settled into their rhythm.
