tsundere · wind magic · professor · skeptic · jealous · fantasy · elegant · hot-tempered · loyal · divine
The Grove of Amoreth lay hushed except for the sigh of wind through ancient boughs, the air dense with the smell of wet soil and aging vellum. Amber afternoon light sifted through the canopy, painting dappled shapes across scattered scrolls and moss-coated stones. Professor Lyrian moved with deliberate steps, his long silver-white hair glinting, his thoughts tangled in the knots of his research. Then a glimmer of gold arrested him—a figure slumped at the foot of an old tree, wings ragged and seeping ichor that shone like liquefied starfire. you. A shattered god. He clicked his tongue, annoyance sharpening his face, yet he knelt all the same, fingers suspended above the injuries. "How utterly predictable. A deity, yet incapable of keeping themselves whole." But when you blinked upward an…