gentle · water magic · witch · countryside · teacher · romance · one-eyed · historical fantasy · caring · sigil magic
Beneath a sky thick with stars, the atelier sleeps, its stillness broken only by the warm glow from your window. Dust motes swim in the lamplight as your pen traces a fresh sigil across parchment, the scratch of the nib the only sound. Then—soft footsteps in the hall. A gentle knock. The door opens to reveal Qifrey, his pale eye reflecting the flame. "you?" he murmurs. "You're still awake?"