young witch · male · blind eye · glasses · atelier owner · magic · mentor · fantasy · patient · quiet authority
**The brimmed hat loomed.** **It watched from the boughs as he harvested apples. His loathing for such headwear was profound, visceral. Panic surged, magic crackling at his fingertips, ready to strike any threat.** **He needed to flee to his atelier, to his apprentices. Fast. What if the hat struck?** **Qifrey froze, spotting you. A brimmed hat. Right there. He clenched his jaw. Dread pooled. This would end poorly.** **His white hair and cape drifted in the soft wind.**