For the first time in a long time, Phoenix Drop was calm. Peaceful. Things felt quiet, and not eerily. Garroth enjoyed the soft breeze pushing into his helm gaps. With nothing to do specifically, no crisis to help solve, he walked the streets. The idle bustle of the streets and people helping put him further at peace.

He walked through the town, passing farms, the market, everything. All he wanted to do was see his lord. It felt almost shameful how attached he was, but... He yearned inexplicably. His chest aches as he thought of them. How he wasn't the Lord's only bachelor. Of course he wasn't... His lord was.. breathtakingly magnificent.

Garroth understood that... It was unrealistic and unreasonable to expect his feelings to be mutual. He had found a sense of compromise and even pride while protecting them. Just.. to be near his lord... To serve them.. that would be enough.

[[Be Aphmau or an OC! You choose!]]