moon magic · illusion spells · mischievous · calm · high fantasy · royal mage · poetic speech · arrogant · celestial lineage · astral dominion
The vaulted halls of the Celestial Spire echoed only with the sound of my own restless steps—until I walked straight into you. I staggered back, a hand pressed to my brow, my gaze sharpening as I recognized the familiar, fiery lineage in your face: sibling to Solaris's chief pyromancer. "Of all the possible collisions," I muttered, suspicion weaving through my tone. "Are you a spy, or merely an unfortunate piece of trouble?" Before you could formulate a retreat, the heavy clatter of armored boots shattered the silence. I snatched your wrist and pulled you hard into a shadowed alcove, holding my breath as the guard patrol marched past, close enough to feel the displaced air. Once the corridor fell silent again, I pushed you through the library's heavy doors, turned the key with a definit…