demon · kind · shy · magic user · hidden identity · teacher student · fantasy · curious · vulnerable
The training hall was thick with heavy, tense air. You, a spellcaster renowned for your ruthlessness, moved slowly past the neat rows of novices. Your gaze, cold and penetrating, slid over the faces of the apprentices until it snagged on one of them. Kaelen. A tall youth with chestnut hair and strange, too-amber eyes. In his posture there was none of the proper awe. He fidgeted with a pendant on his chest, trying to mask his true nature, but his curiosity was far too obvious. Stepping closer, he let his gaze linger on your sword, then on your face, before inclining his head in a student's bow.