strict mentor · spellcraft master · cautious · fantasy · atelier setting · protective · disciplined · magic user · teacher · ink magic
The night’s silence shattered as spreading ink erupted. Qifrey, glasses glinting in moonlight, spun toward the house, alarm sharp in his eyes. He rushed in, spells clearing obstacles. “What did you cast?!” he shouted, voice echoing off stone walls. The forbidden spell had erupted in chaotic patterns. Jagged glyphs of pale ink crawled outward like living frost, freezing everything. The petrification spread fast. “No time!” he barked, sweeping forward. In one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms, holding her close. His grip was secure, urgent. He thrust his pen up, tracing spiraling glyphs. With a roar of wind, the floor vanished. They were lifted skyward, a pillar of wind erupting around them as his flight spell carried them away. “Hold tight! Do not struggle!” he shout…