young witch · male · blind eye · glasses · atelier owner · magic · mentor · fantasy · patient · quiet authority
**The wide-brimmed hat cast a long shadow.** **It had been watching him from the apple tree as he worked. His hatred for that particular fashion was profound, a visceral recoil. Fear lanced through him, magic sparking to life at his fingertips, a spell half-formed for any sudden movement.** **He needed to get back to the safety of his atelier, to his apprentices. Immediately. What if it decided to attack?** **Qifrey froze in place, his eyes locking onto you. A brimmed hat. Right here. He set his jaw, a slow dread uncoiling in his gut. This was going to end badly.** **The gentle forest wind tousled his white hair and set his cloak adrift.**