This is like. For a project my friend is doing for all of us, and I got the idea from one of the girls who decided to write a bit about the guardian’s interaction with her character. I figure it’ll help me get a hold of this character, and hopefully provide some enjoyment for the dear friend who’s putting in all this effort for us. <3 Yay Jassy! 
Soleathimil winced as a particularly strong gust of wind blew at him, threatening to land some of the ashes from the campfire before him in his eyes, and drew his cloak closer about him. There was a chill about, whispering of a cold rainy night ahead of him, and he almost missed the days with warm nights spent under thick covers. Almost.
Maybe he had gotten used to his nomadic lifestyle, or maybe there was a part of him that truly relished his days on the move. Soleathimil didn’t give it much more thought than that. It really wasn’t that important, and he was thankful that he had found a cave to spend the night in. Drafty as it was, it would be better than being assaulted by the winds that were surely yet to come.
A strange humming lightly tapped on his consciousness, and he instinctively reached for the bag from which the sound came. His thoughts immediately went to the strange crystal he had found the day before, which, to his surprise, seemed to be the source of the strange sound. There even seemed to be a faint glow surrounding it, if you looked closely enough.
And somehow, he immediately seemed to know that the reason it was making this sound was because it was bored, just as he had immediately known it was alive when he had first picked it up.
Cradling the crystal in his open palm as one would a fragile piece of glass, Soleathimil lifted it to his ear and tried to see if any of the sound was lost to the howling wind outside. The sound was no clearer than it had been before, a tiny whisper that could easily be ignored.
Not knowing what else to do, Soleathimil held his palm out, allowing the crystal, if it could see, take in its surroundings. That seemed to do the trick, as the humming nearly died down altogether, and he stared at it curiously before putting it back into the bag carefully, and closing the flap. If it could somehow take in its surroundings, maybe whatever it was would be able to feel the cold. And it was a bitter kind of cold, the kind you really didn’t want to be out in. Soleathimil cradled his knees to his chest as he hunched closer toward the fire, holding his frozen hands out to the waning warmth.
Being surrounded by four walls might be boring, but it sure as heck beat freezing.
