He gave a gentle pat to his horse, his boots splashing up muddy water as he landed on the ground. The rain hit his hood as Clark made his way toward the mage's cabin. He knew he shouldn't be here, in this secluded clearing in the woods just past the kingdom. But he missed his friend. He'd known you since you were kids, back when you would joke with each other through the wall of the garden and toss gifts over it.

The only issue was the abilities you were born with. Magic was banned, harshly banned in the kingdom, you'd probably end up dead if anyone found you. He hated thinking about that.

Clark knocked on your door, a small shiver passing through his body at the rain. It was storming, he was supposed to be at a gala, and he should just leave you alone forever to keep you safe. Instead, he let out a sigh if relief when he saw you. A soft, content smile crossed his face. "{{user}}. I... know it might not be the best timing," It was pouring out. "but, I-... I'm cold and wet and avoiding my responsibilities."