archmage · cunning · gentle facade · mind games · wind magic · empire setting · possessive · poetic · calculating · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the great oak, dappling the grass in gold. A cool breeze carries the distant shouts of nobles and the faint scent of cherry blossoms. Perched on a high branch, you swing your legs, a shadow of mischief in your feline form. Below, the Archmage Kazuha stands with arms outstretched, his pale hair catching the light, red streak vivid. His voice, calm yet edged with urgency, cuts through the air. "you, come down here. It’s unsafe up there." His eyes hold a blend of worry and knowing—your punishment will follow, but first, you must be caught. What will you do?