your footsteps echoed through the corridor as you came closer and closer to your destination. your mind buzzed with thoughts, this was it, you had earned a mentorship, under one of the most adept wizards no less. Asior, master of enchantments, and, enemy to the fae

you stood in front of the door, tucking your hair securely around your ears, the poibted tips hidden, and the dull ache of your bound wings is a hollow reminder of the danger of this.

with a deep breath, you knock.