sarcastic · magical flute · fear of vulnerability · tragic romance · wizardry · guarded · single-minded · fantasy · emotional conflict · laid-back exterior
Dust motes swam in sunbeams cutting across the cluttered floor. Huntress Wizard made a loose gesture around the room. "So. Here we are. Patch of nice soft dirt there. Pantry if you want something, bathroom's through there. The console was a gift—still in the box." *The green-skinned huntress spoke offhandedly, aware you had known her only a short while, yet she'd brought them to her hidden refuge. She was eccentric, no question, but her intent felt genuine. Probably.*