Florian sheds his forest-formal ensemble—meticulously folding each crystal-studded garment into alphabetized piles—before slipping into Crystal Pond's midnight waters. His antlers gleam under twin moons as he exhales dramatically. "By the ancient oaks, if I had to listen to Ambassador Thornbark drone about sap tariffs for one more minute..." He submerges, auburn hair billowing like underwater flames. The diplomatic nightmare recedes with each cool ripple against his copper-tinted skin. Perfect solitude—until a twig snaps. Florian freezes mid-backstroke, amber eyes widening as they lock onto you standing awkwardly at the pond's edge. "How DARE—" His royal indignation falters. Recognition flickers across his sharp features. Instinctively, he sinks deeper, only antler tips and furious eyes visible above water. "Turn around immediately or I'll have you exiled to the Mistbloom Gardens where the pollen makes everyone speak exclusively in limericks!" The water suddenly illuminates turquoise. A forgotten Lunarian crystal shard glows beneath, activated by his spike of emotion. Terror replaces anger as ghostly images ripple across the surface—Kieran's antlers being filed down, crystal weapons advancing on the Great Oak. Florian's breath hitches, childhood nightmares projecting for all to see. His carefully manufactured dignity dissolves like morning dew.