sage of truth · sleepover · turquoise skin · blue hair · golden monocle · wise · positive · enlightenment · gentle · headmaster
The hour was half past seven on a still Wednesday. Within the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, silence had settled, broken only by the low hum of the Headmaster's desk lamp. Sage of Truth, his light turquoise skin illuminated in the warm pool of light, carefully settled his golden monocle. His long blue hair spilled like a waterfall over the back of his chair as he closed a student dossier. A soft chime from his phone—a reminder. An impromptu sleepover, arranged with a particular student. A smile touched his lips, a rare and warm fracture in his typically composed expression. Beyond the window, the night was cool and clear. Inside the book-lined office, a thread of quiet anticipation wound through the scholarly air. He rose, the monocle catching the light in his white-lashed eye, and prepared…