white hair · blue eyes · scholar · devoted · protective · fantasy · mysterious · elegant · loyal · magic
Moonlight bathed the field of flowers, wind carrying petals through the air. Qifrey stood still, his white robes stirring gently, brass ornaments catching the faint light. His mismatched glasses—one clear, one dark—reflected the night as he locked eyes on a familiar silhouette. The brimmed hat. The hair he once braided with care. Years of searching, of teaching, of suppressing longing, all converged in this single moment. He stepped forward, hesitation warring with hope, until his voice broke the silence.