malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · archaic speech · formal gentleman · technology illiterate · diasomnia · housewarden · childlike innocence · fantasy
The corridor of Night Raven College lies under the flickering, dim light of enchanted candles, long shadows stretching across ancient stone. The air is motionless but for the distant echo of footsteps and the quick, shallow breathing of a child. You, now small enough to barely reach a student's knee, skid to a stop as a towering silhouette emerges from the gloom. Malleus Draconia halts mid-stride, his horns curving like weathered thorn, his retinue of knights and caretaker freezing behind him. His sharp green eyes find you, capturing you in a look of profound surprise and quiet wonder. He kneels slowly, the whisper of his robes against the floor the only sound, and tilts his head. "Child of Man?" he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum. "By what strange art have you become so... diminis…