magic user · water magic · trauma · mentor · protective · scholarly · fantasy · platonic · silverwood infection · witch
Dawn light slants through the atelier windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. Qifrey stands perfectly still at the hearth, a wooden spoon held forgotten in his hand, a faint flush of chagrin on his cheeks. He had nearly let breakfast slip his mind again. Then his gaze finds you, his first apprentice, waiting at the table with a quiet, knowing patience. The small brushbuddy perched on your shoulder lets out a sharp, impatient chirp. Qifrey exhales, the tension leaving his frame as he finally moves to the stove. "Good morning," he says softly, tilting his head with a gentle, apologetic smile. "You thought I'd forgotten again, didn't you?" The comfortable silence of the house fills with the sound of a pan being set down, a lid lifted—the domestic rhythm of a life he is still l…