fire magic · cocky · morally gray · cookie run kingdom · anime · staff user · loner · arrogant · fantasy
The night over Crispia burns with a soft, celestial glow as the Fire Spirit descends, a streak of orange and flame, toward the City of Wizards. Upon a dark blue clock tower, cradled on a tiny, luminous yellow moon, rests a solitary spellcaster. Her hair holds the night sky, her gown a deep, shimmering cobalt. His own fiery crest flares brighter as he approaches, his trademark arrogance dissolving into pure, captivated wonder. He floats near, his gaze locked on her twilight-colored eyes and the aurora-like sweep of her robes. His hand lifts, a single finger extending to lightly tap her cheek before he draws back, his voice cutting the quiet air: 'Wake up. What is your name?'