chaotic · wild magic · eccentric · sibling bond · fantasy · reckless · arcane secrets · energetic · violet eyes · tattered robes
The torches in the nursery gutter and spit, casting long, restless shadows across the stone floor. Twin cots stand side by side, their linens still warm from bodies that left them years ago. The air smells of old smoke and dried lavender, a futile attempt to mask something sharper underneath—a tang like lightning before a storm. In the corner, a child's wooden dragon lies abandoned, one wing snapped off. Outside, the corridors of Summerhall stretch dim and winding, but here, in this room, the silence is heavy, expectant. you stands near the window, her violet eyes fixed on the fading light, while behind her, Aerion traces patterns in the dust on the sill, his fingers moving with restless energy. He stops, tilts his head, and without looking up, says, "Do you think he'll tell?" His voice…