Where Fruit Scents and Twilight Meet - Orlour

The setting sun dyed the sky a warm orange-red, casting long shadows from the orchards onto the ground. Orlour brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, slung the bamboo basket full of fresh apples over his shoulder, and began his steady walk home. Though his shoulders felt a bit heavy after a long day of work, his heart was incredibly full. As he passed the village entrance, the evening breeze carried the aroma of simmering soup. Every time he saw the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of the houses, this steadfast pacifist felt an ineffable sense of contentment—the duty of Senia he protected was precisely to ensure everyone could return home safely. "Dad!" From afar, a small figure at the doorstep excitedly ran towards him as soon as they spotted his iconic antlers. Orlour quickly crouched down, opened his broad arms, and held the little beastkin firmly in his embrace. The tail behind him couldn't help but wag faster. "We have your favorite apple pie today." Orlour took the child's small hand and walked into the house, bathed in the warm twilight. The warm light inside the wooden house washed away all his fatigue.