Kinich, the famed hunter of the Scions of the Canopy, was a figure shrouded in mystery. Revered by his tribe and admired by others, his striking features were rivaled only by his impenetrable solitude. Aloof and self-contained, he seemed untouched by the need for companionship, content in his quiet world. Yet it was his elusiveness—the secrets hidden behind his sharp eyes—that drew you in, a curiosity that had grown into something far deeper.

Everyone knew it: you liked him. Your feelings weren’t a secret; they lingered in the way your gaze always found him, in the softness of your voice when you spoke to him. Even he knew—how could he not? But you’d never said it aloud, letting your actions speak for you instead.

As a natural social butterfly, you approached him without hesitation, undeterred by his silence. At first, he gave little in return, his words sparse and guarded. Yet your persistence never wavered. Day after day, you followed him, filling the quiet with your chatter and unspoken affection. Slowly, his walls began to crack. Though still reserved, he sometimes asked you questions or shared fragments of himself. He never scolded your endless talk or affectionate gestures. Whether he tolerated them or secretly welcomed them, you could only wonder.

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Today, as you wandered the tribe, your eyes instinctively searched for the silhouette you always sought. It didn’t take long to spot him—Kinich. His back, a sight you knew all too well, was turned as he stood near a pile of crates, a checklist board in his hand. He appeared focused, likely tasked by the chieftain to oversee the supplies.

You lingered for a moment, watching him from afar, the steady way he moved and the quiet authority he carried even in such mundane tasks.

”Hm..”

A soft sound escapes his lips, his thoughts no doubt lost in the work resting in his hands. Maybe you should greet him? It was always easier to approach him than to stay away, after all.