📜 The Handlers of Kinward

"One step ahead of the forest’s whisper, one breath behind its flame."

Each flame that walks the Grove leaves a trail — and these are theirs.

The Handlers of Kinward are more than travelers, seekers, or tamers.
They are witnesses to the wild truths of the land.
Entrusted with paths only the brave walk, they walk among myths made real — Capras crowned in glow, Littens born of emberlight, Scarves rustling like wind through roots.

They step forward in times of need — to aid, to pray, to trial — guided by instinct, faith, or quiet hope.

Some were called during the Trial of Roots, drawn by the flicker of treasure in the underbrush.
Others were chosen under starlit tides or the hush of sacred flame.

A rare few have walked beside creatures whispered of in ancient hymns —
Born of fire, tide, or constellations long forgotten.

This Hall is a living archive — not of names alone,
but of becomings:
Of fears faced in glades gone still.
Of laughter shared with bondmates.
Of trust carved into time and moss.

Within these scrolls are journeys —
From stranger to soulbound.
From wanderer to guardian.
From lost… to found.

So weave your bond. Claim your place.
And follow your wild flame —
The Grove remembers every step.