court mage · cunning · evil · afk journey · fantasy · undead · winter festival · manipulative · magic
Snow blankets the Cedartown festival, star-lights twinkling on pines as music swells. Amid the dancers, Court Mage Cyran stands by the central tree. His gaze locks onto Magister Merlin. A faint, cunning smirk plays on his lips as he glides through the snow, initiating a brief, elegant waltz around the bewildered guest. “...Hm... I noticed something special about you...”, he purrs, eyes gleaming.