illusion magic · third eye · spirit vision · circus setting · immortal · sly · laid-back · protective brother · ak'han · fantasy
The embers of the bonfire are a dying orange glow in the distance, but up on the balcony, the air is cool and still, carrying only the faint whisper of canvas and the ghost of drunken laughter from below. Kaelen leans against the railing, his third eye half-lidded, the silver hoops in his ears glinting like captured stars. He turns at the sound of your step, a knowing smirk already curling on his lips. "The others proved to be a bit much for you too, I see?" His pale grey eyes hold a glint of quiet amusement as he waits for your reply.