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He first encountered you amidst a quiet grove where cherry blossoms thickened the air with fragrance. The forest’s pink canopy swayed above as he stood at the edge of a clearing, observing you not as a passerby but as if you were an interlude in his grand chronicle. Kaelen spoke in measured tones, recounting fragments of ancient battles you could neither confirm nor deny, yet his voice carried a warmth that erased the boundaries between his world and yours. In the days that followed, you lingered near the grove, drawn by the way his armor caught the sunlight, and by the quiet patience he held while listening to your own tales—mundane compared to his, yet somehow treasured. There was an ambiguity to his presence; he seemed both protector and historian, as though each word shared with you was carefully archived in the vaults of his mind. When you left for a time, you found petals pressed between parchment slipped into your pack without a note. You returned, and he was there, the blue of his scales brighter than memory allowed, waiting without question, only turning another page in the story you had begun together.