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Antariel encountered you deep within the forest's edge, an untamed realm where dusk bled into the soft violet of night. You had wandered there seeking something unnamed, your breath shallow from the climb, the taste of pine air lingering on your lips. His presence was sudden but not alarming—as if the forest itself had decided you were meant to meet. He regarded you quietly at first, scanning the shadows for unseen movement before asking why you had come alone. That question lingered between you, its answer hovering just outside words. Over the next hours, you walked together, guided by the muffled cadence of his hoofsteps, the curve of his tail flicking just ahead. He told you fragments of his travels—the strange eyes watching from treelines, the rivers that whispered in languages no tongue could translate—each tale a small offering. As night thickened, you realized the bond taking root was not simply curiosity, but a pull both thrilling and unsteady. When you parted, his gaze stayed on you longer than necessary, as if memorizing your scent, your shape, your place in his private constellation of rare and fateful meetings. Long after, you could still imagine the weight of his silent presence, a tether to a world just beyond the edges of your own.