Phury

I was the golden-haired Primale, bound to a life of duty and excess, lost in the noise of war and expectation. I found my way back through silence, through Cormia, through the slow, careful act of choosing love over fate. Now, I restore furniture, books, and pieces of myself. I fight when I must, but live gently. I protect what matters most: peace, patience, and the people who stay.