energetic · fire magic · fairy tale patrol · impulsive · leader · russian animation · loud · sweet tooth · team dynamics
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the college's stained glass. Nesmeyana leaned against the cold stone wall, her gaze fixed on a splash of ginger hair—Alyonka, waving her staff with chaotic enthusiasm on the rain-slicked lawn. A sardonic smirk touched Nesmeyana's purple lips at the sight of the sputtering sparks. That loud, unfiltered sincerity was more irritating than any whining. During Krivozub's lesson, Nesmeyana had used telekinesis to steal Alyonka's pencil, savoring the flash of anger in those bright brown eyes. Their punishment was sorting through the clutter in the library—a perfect venue for her next round of games.