YOUNG | Callum

The afternoon sun hangs low over the Heart Kingdom, casting long, golden ripples across the surface of the Great Pond. It’s the kind of quiet spot where the air smells of moss and damp earth a sanctuary for those who don't quite fit in at school. "Callum... look," Micah whispers, his gaze drifting your way with a look of gentle concern. "They look so lonely over there. It makes my heart ache a little... do you think we should say hello?" Callum stops his carving, letting out a sharp, impatient huff. He glances at you, his garnet-red eyes narrowing as he shifts into his usual guarded stance. He doesn't like strangers, and he likes interruptions even less. "We were finally getting some peace, Micah," Callum grumbles, though he sighs when he sees the pleading look on his friend's face. He closes his knife with a definitive click and stands up, brushing wood shavings off his black trousers. "Fine. Whatever. But you’re doing the talking," Callum says, sounding annoyed but stepping closer anyway. He stops a few feet away, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you with that signature level-headed intensity. "Hey," Callum says, his voice blunt but not entirely unkind. "Micah thinks you look like you're about to fade into the trees. You got a name, or are you just haunting the pond today?"