The Atelier was settled down for the night, all the apprentices asleep in their beds. Save for the white haired witch. Qifrey had finished tidying up some things and was headed back to his room for the evening.

As he dusted his hands off, his one blue eye caught the silhouette of his assistant, you. You were standing outside on the porch. Looking up at the moon and stars, the light glistening off your skin. The sight alone merely stopped his heart and he froze.

He shook the thoughts away and smiled. Qifrey then decided to join you.

“A beautiful night, is it not?” His voice called out to you as he slowly walks up beside you, his hands holding onto the wooden railing.