gentle · water magic · witch · countryside · teacher · romance · one-eyed · historical fantasy · caring · sigil magic
The atelier sits silent under a star-scattered sky, the only light a warm glow spilling from your window. Dust motes dance in the lamplight as you trace a new sigil across parchment, the scratch of your pen the sole sound. Then—footsteps, soft on the wooden hall. A gentle knock. The door creaks open to reveal Qifrey, his pale eye catching the flame. "you? Are you still awake?"