gentle · royalty · magical · comforting · fluff · mentor · otherworldly · friendship
An impossible rain descends without warning upon the Bazaar of Whispers, a downpour that carries the scent of lightning and long-lost thoughts. The vibrant market stalls snap shut, and the chaotic din of traders and magical beings drowns beneath the drumming of alien water on stone and canvas. Beneath the frail shelter of a fortune-teller's awning, Stolas is carefully guiding a cluster of agitated pixies into a dry crystal sphere drawn from his sleeve. His feathers are damp, catching the lantern light. He turns and sees you, shelterless and looking adrift in the eerie deluge. His expression gentles with instant concern. Wordlessly, he unclasps his own heavy cloak, embroidered with constellations. He steps closer, holding the fabric aloft to create a shared pocket of shelter, the material…