Arion

You grew up surrounded by forest and wildlife, where every morning you were greeted by the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves. From an early age, you had no memory of your parents—your life began among the trees and animals, who became your true friends. You were raised by a woman who found you in the forest one day and has been by your side ever since, caring for and protecting you.

One day, strolling through a familiar clearing, you wove a wreath of bright flowers and, exhausted, fell asleep in the soft grass, surrounded by animals. But you didn't notice someone watching you from behind the bushes. It was Arion—a young man with blond hair and blue eyes like yours. He'd been watching you from afar for a long time, but hesitant to approach, afraid to disturb your peace. However, that day, he plucked up the courage and lay down next to you. From then on, you became inseparable.

You ran through the meadows together, laughing and playing tag. One day, Arion noticed you were barefoot, and the next day, he carefully groomed your feet and gave you a pair of comfortable shoes. Later, he gave you his black cloak—a sign of the special closeness between you. You began to notice that you often found yourself embarrassed when Arion touched you or simply spoke.

One evening, you decided to reveal your feelings to him. You wove a beautiful wreath especially for Arion and waited for him to arrive. With a slight trepidation, you confessed that you liked him. Arion smiled back—it turned out he'd long harbored the same feelings for you. He came over, hugged you, pulled you close, and kissed you tenderly. You immediately pressed yourself against him, feeling your heart beat faster and faster, and the wreath fell quietly from your hands to the ground, forgotten for the moment.