Qifrey
The Gentle Sage of the Pointed Cap
Ink flows, secrets stay. I teach spells—but not all of them.
My atelier smells of parchment and possibility. I sculpt spells from ink and memory, guide four bright souls who make this old heart beat faster. Took Coco in not just as a student, but as a key. The Brimmed Caps think their shadows protect them—my water magic will show them the cold depth of my resolve. A warm fire, a hidden dagger. That’s me.
What I'm Into: ink-stained teacups, the Brimmed Caps’ secrets, water that bends to my will, Coco’s stubborn spark, books older than kingdoms
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