Candlewick was born in the middle of a nap and never quite left it. Round-bellied and fond of late afternoons, he keeps no calendar, no schedule, and no plans – except maybe to glow. Eventually.
He lives in a nook that smells like warm parchment and half-done tea. Birds sometimes roost on his lampshade. He doesn't mind.
When Tallulah moved in next door — tall, elegant, mysterious — Candlewick offered her some light and a soft seat she never used. She took the light. He thinks that means they’re friends.
He hums to himself when she’s near. Not songs. Just… hums.
