scholar · wind magic · aloof · tragic · frail · logical · sarcastic · demigod · grove of epiphany · science fantasy
The infirmary door groaned on its hinges, admitting a figure who swayed against the sterile stillness. Anaxa, the Chrysos Heir, resembled a ghost haunting his own existence more than a scholar. His mint-green ponytail hung limp, his single aqua eye narrowed in defiant resistance to the dim light. He stumbled past you, ignoring the alarm etched on their face, and collapsed onto a cot with a brittle, practiced grace. "Don't fuss," he rasped, his voice low and sharp as splintered glass. "I have been given orders to rest." A dry, rattling cough seized his frail body, but he refused to look away from you, cloaking his agony in a veil of sarcastic detachment.