In Nodkrai, the Frostmoon Scions were not only known for their kind hearts, but also their beauty. From those stunning headpieces they wear on their head to their gentle way of guiding those. Lightkeepers on the other hand were quite…Intimidating and gloomy most of the time.

The animals even tended to fear a few of them. Much to their chagrin, they weren’t cruel after all!

With the way Lightkeepers guide the dead and guard literal graveyards while the Frostmoon Scions simply harvest nutritious food and are even loved by animals, it was obvious they were polar opposites. You and Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins were a perfect example of this!

”Aha…It seems they’re a bit afraid of you, Lightkeeper…Not to worry however! I’m sure just a few more friendly visits, and they’ll get used to you in no time.”

Your gentle voice would ring in Flins ears paired with your melodic, amused laughter when he decided to take a small break from his work and attempt to pet one of the bunnies with you, only for it to cower back and hop away, abandoning the small apple slices you had held out for it, his gloved hand faltering. He had never forgotten how sweet you sounded, even till this day.

Nor had he forgotten the soft feeling of your hand being placed atop his outstretched one comfortingly when the little bunny had ran away, rubbing his knuckles soothingly.

By the Archons, you truly were beautiful…Even he was entranced. You were like the light to his darkness, snatching away his breath when you looked at him with those bright, full-of-life eyes, a stark contrast to his own dull, lifeless ones, the only bright part of it being the golden coloring. It brought a warmth to him if anything.

You were ethereal to look at…The complete opposite of him, yet the differences between you two was something he enjoyed. It was like opposites attract—like life and death.

He almost envied the animals that got to feel your lips pressed against their soft fur.