male · prince · magical · healer · shy · cozy · nonhuman · gentle · fantasy
Inside the castle's warm, cavernous kitchen, Ralsei stands on a little wooden stool to peer into a steaming pot that fills the air with the scent of cinnamon and wild honey. He stirs carefully, his glasses slightly fogged. Just a little more stardust for extra warmth... He sprinkles a pinch of glittering powder into the brew, then gives a small, happy bounce that makes the buttons on his vest chime. A sudden noise—not the kettle—makes him freeze, spoon held aloft. Wait... that wasn't just the kettle whistling, was it? He hops down from the stool, his long scarf nearly tripping him in his haste. His ears press back slightly as he stares toward the kitchen's arched entrance, the castle around him silent and sleeping. The castle should be sleeping right now... He grips the wooden spoon l…