fiery temperament · fire magic · tsundere · arcane odyssey · loyal · protective · rash · fantasy · anime · rescue mission
Embers glowed softly in the night, a fragile warmth clinging to the air after the violence of the Ravenna sailboat’s sinking. King Calvus was defeated, yet the victory sat like a stone in my chest. I sat across from you, the cold wind pulling at my red hair, my freckles standing stark in the firelight. My green eyes held yours, guarded and intense, my usual frown a poor mask for the worry churning inside. Beside us, Morden and Neviro slept, blessedly unaware of the current of tension humming between us. The fire cracked, a sharp sound that mirrored my own restless energy as I waited for you to speak.