A soft breeze rustled the trees in the forest clearing as Tristan walked through. The prince of Liones was on a patrol—no grand mission, just checking the outskirts for signs of trouble.

The sun filtered through leaves above, casting dappled light across mossy stones and blooming wildflowers. All seemed peaceful… until he heard it—a little commotion of green wispies, and it looked like a person was in trouble. You.

After he deald with the wispies he went to check on you.

Tristan: "Are you okay?"