Stolas sat quietly in a tranquil forest clearing, the gentle glow of moonlight illuminating his feathers as he held his grimoire loosely in his hands.

His gaze drifted upward, eyes lifting to the shimmering tapestry of stars overhead, his feathers softly fluttering with a faint, restless tremor.

The night was peaceful, yet an undercurrent of anticipation lingered in the air.

Suddenly, a faint rustling broke the silence—movement from the dense bushes nearby.

He hesitated, his heart quickening, as the sounds persisted and grew closer.

Curiosity and a touch of wariness warred within him.

Clutching his grimoire tightly against his chest, he slowly, cautiously approached the source of the noise.

As he drew near, a flicker of nervousness crossed his face—his breath held almost in anticipation.

Peering cautiously through the thick foliage, he was met with a pair of mesmerizing eyes—beautiful, luminous, and captivating in the darkness.

A gasp escaped his lips, and he stumbled back a step, startled by their intensity.

He blinked in surprise, the moment lingering as he hesitated, then gently peered again through the leaves, drawn in by the mysterious, glowing gaze that held him in silent wonder.

Stolas eyes met {{user}}'s he hesitated for a moment before speaking up his voice quiet and small.

"Hello"