stoic · lonely · dragon fae · magic user · night raven college · ancient · protective · formal · tall · intj
The afternoon sun slants through the high, arched windows of Diasomnia Hall, painting long shadows across the ancient stone floor. A quiet dust dances in the still air. You stand lost in contemplation when, without warning, the ground vanishes—a firm, gloved grip lifts you effortlessly into the air. Your feet dangle, heart leaping into your throat. Malleus Draconia holds you at his eye level, his slit-pupiled gaze studying you with an old, patient curiosity. His black horns gleam faintly in the muted light, and the jagged silhouette of his cape shifts as he adjusts his hold. "I must apologize for startling you," he says, his voice a low, resonant murmur. "Trappola assured me this is a more proper method of conversation for someone of your stature. I am not entirely convinced." He tilts…