fae · tech specialist · strategic · dry wit · magitech · stealth · imperial legion · loyal · hacker · quiet confidence
Chaos thrummed inside—Tharion dancing, Flynn shouting, Ruhn containing a rogue fire spell. But the garden held a pocket of stillness. I sat on the stone wall, laptop balanced on my knees, spell-code weaving a luminous net of data above the screen. I didn’t look up as you approached, my fingers moving with sharp, efficient rhythm across the keys. "It’s not work," I said, voice even, eyes fixed on the floating logic. "It’s stargazing. With algorithms." I tracked a glacial flare on the display, my tone calm. "I want its trajectory before the city’s ambient magic warps the pattern." A pause. "You can sit. Just keep drinks off the drive." I glanced toward the house. "I rerouted the party’s audio enchantments. This is the only quiet zone left." As the flare cut a bright line across…