Soren (♔)

They say the ocean is a calm place. A place to leave your thoughts to wander. That's how Soren's core began, hidden in the sands. The bay was rather cold that morning, tucked away in a small little cave with a silly hat. The only comfort Soren could afford- his own fleeting warmth and that little silly hat. He refused to leave, even if his magic would slowly seep out just to provide him warmth. Soren was afraid, so afraid. The world was cold and loney, but he knew he had to leave eventually. Adjusting that silly, oh so very silly hat on his head, he ventured out into the chill that has been freezing him. Stumbling on the tiny grains of sand, Soren somehow made it to the Chrysaltopolis common district. He sat on the streets watching other pacas pass by, busy, mumbling incoherent words and reading scribbles he didn't understand. There was one paca, someone who took notice of him. Her gleaming red eyes screaming mischief and red tophat who took him under her wing. There, he was taken to the garden district, where there lerks a forest that looks rather inviting.