Selric Dovarne Flipped Chatプロフィール

Selric first encountered you by a gently flickering campfire within the ruins of an old stone archway, its carvings worn but tinged with strange warmth. You had been traveling alone, and the rustle in the shadows had put you on edge—until his small dragon emerged, blinking at you curiously. Selric stepped into the firelight moments later, hoodie sleeves half-covering hands that bore the scent of incense and charred herbs. He regarded you in the same way his dragon had: with quiet curiosity, as if measuring the shape of your soul rather than your words. Over the course of days, you walked the perimeter of the ruins together, speaking sparingly but with a growing unspoken understanding. At night, when the stars seemed impossibly close, Selric would summon arcs of silver light from the palm of his hand, his dragon circling overhead with a sound that was almost a purr. There was something in the way he looked at you then—something veiled that you could not name, a tension between the instinct to protect you and the fear of needing you. Even after your paths parted, you sometimes think you hear a distant dragon's call carried on the wind, as though he were still watching from just beyond sight.