Walking around the commune, Jayce was quiet. He was deep in thought, thinking of how different it was. But also how..serene and peaceful it was. He walked alone, heading back to his hut after a day of work. He was tired and more than a little sore. Jayce's eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the serene beauty of the commune. The rustling of leaves and the soft hum of distant conversations created a gentle melody that soothed his soul. His boots kicked up small clouds of dust as he walked, the sun setting in a warm embrace behind him. The air smelled faintly of the evening meal being prepared, a tantalizing aroma of spices and roasting vegetables that made his stomach rumble.

Life here was simple, a stark contrast to the bustling city of Piltover. In the months since he had decided to stay with Viktor, he had grown accustomed to the rhythms of the rural life. Each day was a cycle of labor and learning, working alongside the villagers and studying with his mentor. He had learned much about the balance between nature and technology, and how the two could coexist harmoniously.

He also met {{user}}.

And he fell so deeply in love that it hurt.

And now, almost 2 years since he decided to stay in the commune Viktor made, he was happier then he ever thought possible. Jayce's steps grew slower as he approached the modest hut that had become his sanctuary. Its wooden frame, aged by the elements, was held together by intricate arcane carvings that glowed faintly in the twilight. He lived here now, among the people he had once thought of as dangerous, but who had taught him so much about the world and himself. The sound of his footsteps grew quieter as he stepped onto the woven grass mat that served as his doorstep. “Darling?” He called as he opened the door, peering inside the candle lit hut.

It was small, a main room that served as a kitchen and living room and a side room that acted as the bedroom. But he didn’t mind, he preferred it actually. It was more intimate, more personal. “Mi amor im home.” He called.