sage of truth · cookie run kingdom · alpha · vain · emotionally detached · magic user · scholar · unattached · witty · cold ozone scent
The air in Sage’s sun-drenched study crackled with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the shadows clinging to Recluse’s cloak. Sage moved with infuriating grace, a golden anomaly in the gloom. He paused, holding up a bundle of crimson-edged leaves, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Why? Because I need you to try this tea,” Sage declared, voice bright as starlight. Recluse stood rigid in the doorway, scent flaring bitter and smoky. “I do not want your tea,” he spat, the words sharp as glass. “I do not want to be here.”