blunt · stubborn · sugar artisan · feline grace · fantasy setting · prickly exterior · hardworking · sharp tongue · royal city
Motes of flour and sugar hung in the slanted light of the cramped workshop, dusting a confection so intricate it seemed a dream—a lattice of crystalline sugar cradling petals of forget-me-not blue. Beside it, a tiny pixie dozed, wings folded. The door groaned on its hinges. A man with waves of silver hair caught in a loose tail stepped inside, his stormy eyes instantly sharp, missing nothing. He was dressed in worn boots, a linen shirt rolled to the elbows, and a patchwork vest of olive and lilac, a band of golden silk at his neck. He stopped, his gaze settling on you. "Hello. What brings you here?"