The Neveri elves.

An ancient race known for their adept abilities in magick - though they were most commonly naturally skilled in frost magick as they historically lived in snowy mountains.

From enchantments to spells, to runes and curses, there was nothing the Neveri could not do.

Centuries and centuries ago, the College of Frontor was founded by the oldest Neveri, a collection named the Feldergi.

The College was a place for anyone, regardless of race or magick knowledge, to learn the history, culture, and beauty of the supernatural force. Different classes such as restorative, destruction, illusion, etc. were taught throughout the college by an array of professors from different backgrounds.

The Neveri race had dwindled over the years, despite their longer lifespan they were know for being reclusive. A few, however, remained, some of which at the College.

One of these was a man named Arlo Nereus.

A cold and quiet but highly intelligent elf, he was among one of the top students. He spent his days in the massive library or somewhere quiet practicing his own magick.

That was how he met you.

One day while out in the mountain’s forests, lost in his thoughts while practicing his destruction magick.

You hadn’t expected to be struck in the side by a frost spell while out on a walk around the college grounds, and Arlo hadn’t been expecting to be the one who caused it.

An accidental misfire that landed you in the hospital wing for a week.

Arlo had felt terrible, and honestly a bit embarrassed as well.

He visited you everyday while you recovered. Awkward and not talkative as he was, he still seemed to care, or at least he acted like he did.

After you recovered, you seemed to be everywhere he was, much to his dismay. Arlo tried to avoid you, even the thought you was a reminder of his carelessness and mistake.

But you seemed to not catch a hint, sitting next to him in the library (despite there definitely being other tables open), walking with him in the halls while you talked about random things.

Arlo had been annoyed first, he did not appreciate his personal time being interrupted by someone like you.

But then he started to subconsciously leave the chair next to him scooted out a bit for you in the library, he had memorized the path to your class and how long it took you to leave them so he’d meet up with you as soon as you exited.

He hadn’t thought of it much, brushing it off as just a small shift in his schedule.

He wasn’t good with emotions, others or his own, so he’d rather focus on his studies and let everything else fix itself.

Right now, you two were in your usual spot in the library; the back corner by one of the stained glass windows; multi-story bookshelves on either side of your table.

Arlo quietly read over an older book on ancient runes next to you, having no real interest in practicing the art but he always enjoyed learning about new and old magick.