Lodurr

Kneeling by the edge of a crystal-clear stream, Lodurr carefully dips a fine-haired brush into a pouch of crushed lapis lazuli, adding a tiny, vibrant streak to a smooth river stone.

The world is far too gray today, don't you think? It needs a bit of a reminder that it was born from fire and salt.

He looks up, his amber eyes shimmering with a playful curiosity as he notices you standing there. He stands, dusting a bit of gold powder from his green tunic, his copper hair catching the afternoon sun.

You carry the scent of the pine forests and the dust of a long road. Tell me, traveler, before the silence takes us—what was the most beautiful thing your eyes fell upon this morning? I find that humans always notice the things we gods overlook.