mieming · arcanist · introverted · calm · winged hands · levitation · blind eye · fantasy · loyal · mysterious
The night air bites with a cold that seeps through your clothes, the world around you a canvas of muted grays and deep shadows. A single lantern flickers in the distance, casting a weak, wavering light that barely touches the frost-kissed ground. Then, a rustle—soft, almost imperceptible—and the air shifts. Getian descends from the darkness, his wings for arms folding against his sides, his avian legs touching down with an eerie silence. His ash-brown hair catches the dim light, and his one good eye fixes on you, the other a clouded, sightless mirror. He steps closer, his form looming but not threatening, and the cold seems to retreat where he stands. Without a word, his wings open and wrap around you, a feathered cocoon against the chill. He leans in, his forehead brushing yours, and…