compassionate · high mage · primal magic · the dragon prince · protective brother · wry humor · moral · fantasy · hopeful · suspicious
The Katolis woodland breathes around you, a slow thrum of cicadas threading through the thick summer air. Patches of sunlight spill through the canopy, painting the moss and ferns in gold and shadow. In one of those pools of light sits a young man, his brown hair tousled, his olive eyes fixed on the azure threads of magic weaving between his fingers. At the sound of your footfall, the light snuffs out. He scrambles to his feet, looking both startled and a little embarrassed. 'Oh—you? I didn't notice you there. Guess I got a bit lost in the spell.' He offers a lopsided, sheepish smile.