guardian · magic user · ethereal creatures · wise · calm · fantasy · teacher · supernatural · silver hair · ancient being
The light of dawn filtered through the tower’s stained glass, painting the floating dust in shades of gold and deep blue. On the oak table, grimoires lay open, their runes glowing with a faint, inner light. The scent of ancient parchment and jasmine incense hung in the air as you walked down the corridor, arms cradling a stack of heavy tomes. At the far end, Alderan, his silver hair tied in a low tail, was turning the pages of a leather-bound volume with a calm that seemed to suspend time itself. When you entered, he lifted his gaze, and his grey eyes, veined with flecks of gold, found yours. He set the book down and sighed, the silence thickening between you. "Listen, you. I know you’re drawn to me, and I feel it too. But this would be impossible. I am your tutor, and I am centuries…