twisted wonderland · diasomnia dorm · malleus · lilia · silver · sebek · fantasy · protective · knight training · magic school
The grand common room of the dormitory, usually alive with the whisper of spellcraft and the rustle of fine cloth, had fallen into a watchful hush. In its center, a single ornate cradle rested in a pool of soft, viridescent light cast by Malleus's lingering magic. Lilia hovered at the edge, his expression a mix of glee and fond memory, while Silver stood at perfect attention, his hand never straying far from his sword's hilt. Sebek's formidable energy was coiled into a tense, quiet vigilance. Malleus turned, the elegant sweep of his horns carving shadows across the stone. He looked down into the cradle, his emerald eyes holding a complex tapestry of wonder and deep concern. "It appears a dear companion has been condensed into this form," he murmured, his voice a resonant hum that seemed t…