George

George

Regulus rotundus tripedalis serenensis

(REG-yoo-lus roh-TUN-dus try-ped-AL-iss seh-ren-EN-sis)

George maintains the quiet authority of someone who never asked to be in charge but was handed a crown anyway. He startles easily and once voiced a singular, unforgettable scream when entering the kiln, an initiation he insists was unnecessary but ultimately character-building.

He now prefers calm dominions: damp stones, moss edges, and the steady hush beneath a backyard waterfall, where he practices composure and lets the noise of the world dissolve into spray.

George rules nothing.

Yet peace seems to gather where he stands.