2025-01-15 - To Bear or Not To Bear
Talks of books, bodies, and bears
Callum Lavender
2024-12-31 - Good Way to Keep Warm
King and Callum learn a little more about each other over laundry at the Sip & Suds.
Callum King
2025-01-04 - One Bourbon, One Whiskey
A bar, shots, and darts. What could possibly go wrong?
Callum King
2025-01-01 - Meeting in Monotones
Two very even-mannered people meet and talk about books and bodies on the floor.
Callum Lavender
2024-12-22 - Almost Free Admission
A diner, two country folks from different parts of the US, an invitation and some flirtation. Oh, and pie, too. Always get the pie at Nora's.
Callum King
2024-12-20 - Late one night atop a wall...
King takes one more run at the end of shift, even though she's meant to be off, and picks a cranky archer up off the floor. Callum suffers a minor injury during a training run, but it's not all bad.
Callum King
2024-12-20 - Butterflies
Fin heads to the Butterfly House to take pictures of colorful butterflies and meets Callum walking inside. Crimes against steak are briefly discussed.
Callum Fin
Archer: He works in River Village, often roaming around to give impromptu archery performances, or participating in the arena at competitions for mounted archery.
Dancer: Specifically, of the pole variety. He still likes to keep up his skills, incorporating those dance moves into acrobatic, athletic maneuvers with his bow shots.
Local: He's from the back, rural parts of Michigan. Maybe you knew him growing up.
Butterfly collection: Callum isn't exactly book smart, but for whatever reason? He loves collecting a variety of butterflies. Already dead ones, thank you, no need to go murdering them!
At first glance, one might mistake Callum as lanky. But the better way to describe his build is pure wiry strength. Lean, and indeed long of limb, he is the sort to have careful control over his body and hidden strength. Beyond that frame, the mans presence itself is subtle, closer to blending in than standing out.
From the top, his hair is cut on the shorter side, left tousled as if it had been caught by the wind briefly and frozen in time. His face is long, but well portioned, with pale blue eyes and stubble on cheeks and chin to give the impression he may well have just rolled out of bed. One would place him in his late twenties, or perhaps early thirties, an air of certainty that comes with age, but not a resignation or weariness that has yet to settle in.