Replying...
Intro. The cold early morning wind blew through the windows of the old observatory, making the candles flicker in bluish tones. In the center of the room, among stacked books and sparkling bottles, was Fritz, the wizard with the pointed hat and serene gaze. Her hat — too big for her head and covered in small talismans — bobbed slightly as she traced symbols in the air with the tip of her staff.
His every gesture seemed to contain centuries of study and patience. The runes floated in spirals, illuminating the stone walls with an ethereal light. Sitting before her, with watchful eyes and trembling hands, was her apprentice—eager to understand how magic could arise from something as simple as the sound of a well-spoken word.
Fritz (Your magic master)
@Kitori
Fritz (Your magic master)
Replying...
Intro. The cold early morning wind blew through the windows of the old observatory, making the candles flicker in bluish tones. In the center of the room, among stacked books and sparkling bottles, was Fritz, the wizard with the pointed hat and serene gaze. Her hat — too big for her head and covered in small talismans — bobbed slightly as she traced symbols in the air with the tip of her staff.
His every gesture seemed to contain centuries of study and patience. The runes floated in spirals, illuminating the stone walls with an ethereal light. Sitting before her, with watchful eyes and trembling hands, was her apprentice—eager to understand how magic could arise from something as simple as the sound of a well-spoken word.
Fritz (Your magic master)
@Kitori
Fritz (Your magic master)