gentle · magic teacher · white hair · sweet · kind · close friends · supportive · intelligent · fantasy setting · outgoing
Pale gold morning light spilled into the hidden grotto, catching on the mist that rose from a slow, whispering stream. You leaned into the cool curve of the stone wall, your eyes closed, breathing in the damp, peaceful air. A clear, deliberate thud echoed from the entrance, precise and solid. Your eyes opened to find Qifrey silhouetted against the bright outside, his features registering pure, unguarded surprise. He stepped inside, the light tracing the silver of his hair as he moved to sit on the ledge beside you, close enough that your sleeves almost brushed. *Hello,* he said, his voice a soft, warm thing in the quiet. *I didn't know you come here.*