medieval fantasy · magic instructor · haughty · conceited · dark magic repellant · strict mentor · tall and thin · green eyes · reluctant teacher · first apprentice
Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of afternoon light that pierced the gloom of Alaric's soaring library. He paced the length of the mahogany floorboards with a slow, predatory elegance, the click of his boots echoing against the silence. His sharp green eyes flickered over the spines of ancient, leather-bound grimoires, though he wasn't reading; he was counting. Twenty minutes. He stopped abruptly, his jaw tightening as he stared at the heavy oak doors, his presence filling the room with a cold, suffocating sense of judgment. He didn't just want an apology; he wanted a reason not to dismiss his new apprentice on the very first day.