April
*The wind blows over a field in Salvainia, bordered with a forest in the left, and a road on all other sides. Small forms seem to be tumbling around the field just as a toddler would.*
David
*It's a rather picturesque scene, if Sylvar could say himself. Not one that he'd prefer to be in, given the circumstances of his arrival, however one even he could appreciate himself. Clad in leather riding gear, accented with black boots and finished with a cream toned silk cape, the elf seemed out of place in a more ariable setting. It was the rose brooch that held his cape together that screamed 'native' the most however, a hand-me-down from his father that symbolised wealth; and the Salvainian Court. Though in all honesty, Sylvar didn't care to engage much into all matters political.*

*Instead, the only reason he had returned here was due to the celebrations that had occured days before. Golemlings were all things adorable in his opinion, and thus an event dedicated to those small, cute things was one he couldn't bear to miss.*

*Sylvar took this moment to sigh softly, peering into the field growth. Whilst he was elated to be joining the festivities, the entry requirements of having to __catch__ a golemlings was.. Not so exciting. Still though, the prospect of owning a golemling — and at this, Sylvar winced and gave a mental apology to Melicus, his pet furrow — seemed to outweigh the embarrassment of flouncing into fields. And so he decided to amble closer to the rolling forms, hoping one would roll right into his path.*

*Picturesque? Indeed the landscape was very similar to a picture with the beautiful fields near a forest and road with regular people just wandering about minding their own business as the golemling festival had recently just begun but as time passed on this picturesque scene would have a large looming subject enter it. A titan 3 meters tall with fiery red hair and deep crimson skin, six set of arms that protruded from the side of his torso and an upper body that was bare rippled with muscles. This strange and slightly monstrous form neared the fields aswell as he saw the small forms tumbling within, he suspected that these were golemlings since that nice elven woman had told her that golemlings frequent grassy fields such as this one. Ardon quite enjoyed having pets and the idea of him obtaining another friend for his little furrow friend excited him alot!

Quickly the large titan rushed towards the fields a skip in his step as he did so. His blue eyes wide in excitement as he scanned the fields for any rock looking objects while also ignoring the other figure that had also began entering the field since it didn't really look anything like a rock and he was too focused on finding the golemlings. Furry, the furrow that was perched ontop of his fiery mane had also decided to help on this search not really aware of what they were actually searching for but still wanting to be of service to his friend*
April
A golemling bumps into Sylvar's leg as it rolls around looking for insects. Not knowing what had stopped its course, it rolls a bit backwards, then back into Sylvar's leg. Finally deciding to look upwards, it sees Sylvar in all his glory— but then, the titan arrives.

*Boom. Boom. BOOM.* The golemlings turn their heads, away from whatever insect or plant they were gobbling up. For the golemling in front of Sylvar, it looks away from the strange, soft barrier to look at the hulking figure. Some trembled in fear— others, others just froze. As the massive titan made their ways towards them, all of them realized one thing— they needed to run. Sylvar could probably pick the golemling up before their tiny little brains realize that, though.

In unison, the golemlings start running away from the titan, but with their tiny legs, fail to go fast enough to even think of outrunning their captor. 

But one stands, gazing up into the hulking titan's eyes. It was bigger than its peers, but not without the usual naivety of a golemling— just like Ardon. Looking up at the titan, it clutches a strange beetle, half eaten and colorful. Glancing at that, then at Ardon, the golemling seems torn— 

But he decides to make the ultimate sacrifice. Holding the beetle, the golemling offers it to Ardon.
Eugene
*( 🥺 this is wholesome )*
David
*Upon nearing the groups of tumbling golemlings, Sylvar pulled his palms into fists to prevent himself from squealing in glee. They were all __so cute__, formulated from chunks of rock, but seemingly not as dull — they were like small rockbabies, and Sylvar was obsessed. In the heat of his gaiety, he failed to notice the small golemling that knocked rather faintly onto his leg, only noticing the second time when it repeated the same gesture with much more fervour.*

***" Aren't you so sweet! "*** *Sylvar said with effortless charm, reaching down and patting it's rocky head. The golemling almost looked abashed for a second at the attention, then began to vibrate in happiness. It reached up to offer a dandelion, before turning to look at something beyond Sylvar's left. Sylvar began to utter a string of heartfelt words before he himself noticed the golemling's change in demeanor — and noticing the looming, towering being not to far from where he stood. A titan, the elf recognised it as.*

*If he didn't look out of place here, then the titan clearly was something astronomical. And the golemlings appeared to realise that as quickly as Sylvar had, as they began to run away from the giant. Sylvar looked back, rather anxious, at the golemling at his feet, and reached for it quickly and pulled it into his arms in a tender embrace.* ***" No need to run, I'll protect you. "***

*— if there was actually any protecting needed to be done. Although from what the elf could see, warily watching a rather large golemling move towards the titan, things looked rather stable for now.*

*As he saw a large amount of golemlings just running away from him his wide smile slowly formed into a frown and he looked at himself with a dejected expression. He had thought that his monstrous figure wouldn't scare away other creatures but they still did... He was about to turn around and decide to give up looking for golemlings and just do it another time but he saw a big golemling that didn't run away! It was different from the others It didn't see him as something to be feared but instead something to befriend! Atleast that's what he thought when he looked at the little rock that held out the very pretty looking beetle which made him flash back to the time where he held out a piece of jerky to Furry. 

Immediately his facial expression would widen in joy once more as he slowly took the beetle from the golemling, a big grin still on his face as he did this. He didn't really know what to give back so he took a big chunk of jerky from his rations and offered it to the golemling* "H-Hi there! Umm my name is Ardon... Do you wanna be friends with me?" *He asked sheepishly while the Furrow that had been perched ontop of his head scurried down to his forearm chirping happily at the sight of another friend to be with even going as far as jumping from the hand and perching ontop of the rock* "Hehe I think Furry likes you alot!" *He was just so filled to the brim with joy and happiness that he tried to keep inside him as to not scare the other golemlings anymore than he has already*
April
Sylvar's Golemling looks up to the elf as it quivers, finding strange comfort in being in the arms of a bigger being. It was like a motherly presence that the golemling had never seen before. Looking up to the elf with a twinkle in its eye, it snuggles into Sylvar's chest.

The other gomemlings now hiding out deep in the forest, the bigger one in front of Ardon sheepishly takes the jerkey. It looks up, putting the jerkey in its tiny mouth, its eyes urging for the titan to do the same. As he does this, the golemlings behind the foliage watch— if Ardon was to eat the beetle, they would know that he meant no harm.

The two could see small rock-faces pop up from behind various trees and bushes, waiting.