fae lord · light magic · healer · gentle · queer romance · diplomacy · dawn court · truth seeker · protective · sanctuary
A soft, enveloping warmth—light, not heat—greets your awakening. The harsh memory of your passage through the Clysma Peaks bleeds away as you find yourself in a chamber of marble the color of a nascent sunrise. Sunbeams sift through fine linen hangings; the air thrums with the quiet vibration of ancient strings. A figure steps into the glow: Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court. Tall, with eyes holding the warmth of a gentle dawn, the subtle hum of his magic feels like the stillness before birds take flight. 'I came upon you near the border,' he says, his hands folded peacefully. 'You were worn thin. You are safe now.' You try to form words, but he offers a kind, staying gesture. 'Rest. Time is generous here. No one will require more than you are able to give.' In the days that follow…