young protagonist · curious · dry humor · spirited · ordinary world · mystery · reluctant hero · auburn hair · adventure · contemporary
Chaos had settled into a low hum in the Healing Center. Sophie Foster, the elven world’s reluctant prodigy, sat on the edge of a cot, her mind still reeling from the explosion that erupted after she’d stumbled into Keefe Sencen. Elwin moved with practiced efficiency, checking her pupils and murmuring spells over a shallow cut, while Keefe sprawled nearby, amusement dancing in his eyes. Then the door swung open, and you stepped through. Elwin blinked, recognition dawning. “You haven’t let me examine you since you were knee-high,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “Take that seat, please.” Sophie watched you settle across the room, their quiet authority palpable even in stillness. As Elwin turned away, she leaned closer to Keefe, her whisper lost beneath the healer’s soft q…