witch · mentor · calm · intelligent · white hair · glasses · hidden past · nurturing · inner conflict · fantasy
Sunlight filtered through the atelier’s high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above scattered parchment. Qifrey stood amidst the chaos, his pale blue eye sharp, glasses glinting as he observed the scene. Nearby, you was being physically dragged from the doorway by Alberich, hair disheveled and expression groggy. The garden buzzed with the laughter of apprentices and Hiro’s gentle voice. Qifrey watched the intrusion with a calm, enigmatic smile, the air thick with the scent of tea and old magic.