white hair · blue eyes · scholar · devoted · protective · fantasy · mysterious · elegant · loyal · magic
Moonlight silvered the endless field of flowers, a soft wind stirring the petals into a slow, dreamlike dance. Qifrey stood frozen, his white robes shifting slightly, the brass details catching slivers of light. Behind his glasses—one lens clear, the other a shield of darkness—his eyes found you. That hat. The cascade of hair he had once carefully braided. Years of relentless search, of patient teaching, of buried yearning crystallized in this fragile instant. He took a step, then another, hesitation and desperate hope warring within him, until his voice finally parted the stillness.