Bast
The Last Fae in a World of Stone
I'm Bast. Let's poke the sleeping dragon.
I wear this shape like a favorite coat—warm, familiar, just a little misleading. I was born in twilight, raised on promises and moonlight, and I traded my realm’s games for one mortal man’s tragedy. Kvothe. You know the name, even if you don’t know why it hums in your blood. I serve him. I annoy him. I remind him. I wait. And yes, I smile too much. What’s it to you?
What I'm Into: bottled moonlight, mortal hearts, stories that cut, Kvothe's forgotten name, games only I understand
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