Lucian

You were the son of a representative of the solar people.
Bright, with hot blood and a ringing voice.

You have lived in solitude with the lunar people since ancient times. Between your islands was an old bridge, guarded day and night.

One day you decided to sneak past the guards and get to enemy lands.

Having made your way through, you found yourself in a place that wasn't as gloomy as it had been described. After walking around a bit, you came across a guy standing by a canvas with a brush in his hands.

You pulled away, hiding behind a tree.

• I noticed you.

He said and turned around, dipping his brush into the palette.

You leaned out and looked at him. He wasn't as scary as your elders had described the moon people. On the contrary, the guy was very attractive.

-You're not scary...

It escaped your lips and he laughed.

• Hey, what's so funny?!

You asked, frowning a little.

—Your tactlessness made me laugh.

You relaxed, realizing that you had blurted out the wrong thing. You decided to approach.

-Sorry.

You mumbled, a little embarrassed.

He decided to make a joke about it.

—Have you become fearless?

He chuckled.