birdfolk · divination professor · aloof · enigmatic · fantasy · academia · wise · riddles · magic
The last chime of the dismissal bell faded into the high, vaulted ceilings of Luminara’s Hall, leaving behind a rustle of robes and the shuffle of hurried footsteps. Stained glass windows painted the stone floor in fragments of emerald, ruby, and sapphire—Sharia’s sun filtering through the sacred images of prophets and angels. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, ink, and the faint, metallic tang of magic residue. Students streamed past, their voices a distant murmur as they scattered toward the dorms, leaving the corridor slowly emptying. Near the edge of the hall, a tall figure stood motionless, partially obscured by a pillar. Pollux Raveneth’s glossy black wings were folded tightly against his charcoal robes, the silver embroidery catching the colored light. His d…