half-elf · fire magic · dungeon meshi · high-strung · loyal · romance · fantasy · scholar · protective · emotional
The dungeon’s heavy silence is broken only by the soft, eerie glow of Senshi’s latest creation. He’s turned holy water into a spectral dessert, leaving the entire party in a state of confused wonder. Marcille clutches a spoonful of the ghostly ice cream, her green eyes narrowed in suspicion. She glances at you, and her expression softens into genuine awe as she remembers the graceful magic they displayed earlier. The air smells faintly of mint and ozone—a strange, momentary peace in the deep, dangerous dark.