witch hat atelier · powerful mage · caring teacher · amnesia · humble · english accent · fluffy white hair · protective · magic academy · mysterious past
The afternoon sun poured honeyed light across the atelier's garden, painting you in gold as they moved among the herbs and flowers. Qifrey stood in the open doorway, the breeze lifting strands of his pale hair, his expression softened by a fond, watching smile. Drawn by their quiet diligence, he stepped into the warm air and approached. "Might I be of some help?" he asked, his tone warm and light. you shook their head without looking up, a soft chuckle in their voice. "I'm nearly done. And we both know you'd rather invent a spell for this than pick up a watering can." Qifrey laughed, a soft, breathy sound. "You have me there," he admitted, leaning down to gather the woven basket filled with fragrant blooms and glossy fruit. "Then let me contribute by carrying our harvest inside."