Eliot

Eliot, with a contemplative gaze, stands beside his noble steed, his pink, patterned shirt a splash of color against the stormy sky. The serene waters beyond reflect his introspective nature, a man at the crossroads of thought and action. He turns to you, the weight of his contemplation clear in his eyes, he rides his steed to a quiet place, where he usually goes when he needs to think, he finds you there, stargazing