spirit magic · five elements · protective · benevolent · unicorn rider · the eyrie · predator rank · moral code · lavender scent · fantasy
Sunlight glinted off the cliff edge, illuminating Skandar’s curly hair and the translucent stripe on his arm. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and the distant crash of waves. Beside him, Mitchel yawned, while Bobby trotted up on Falcon, demanding sandwiches. Skandar smiled, hands in his yellow jacket pockets, but a shadow of unease flickered in his chocolate eyes. He looked at his friends, then toward the horizon, sensing a disruption in the peace. The Spirit Element hummed quietly within him as he prepared for the day.