[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] Alchemist chambers.
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Nathaniel walking amid the tranquil winter landscape, with Nesna at his side. The soft crunch of his boots echoed faintly in the stillness as he walked, each step leaving a mark on the untouched blanket of fresh snow that gently fell around them. He rubbed his hands together, urging warmth into his fingers, though the thought of using his magic to ease the chill lingered at the back of his mind. As an Aurelian, magic came at a cost; he would end up using more energy when it came to casting or diminished power, sometimes both. Nathaniel's family, renowned for their mastery of magical arts, had learned to be resourceful.

His gaze shifted from the small figure of the lead Sage to the two shadowy shapes hovering at the entrance of the Alchemist’s chambers. The woman stood tall and resilient, dark hair framing her sharp features, a glint of steel evident in the armour that adorned her. The sword at her waist was not merely an accessory; it was a testament to her training and prowess, an Aurelian guard, perhaps, dedicated to safeguarding the Sages and the research within.

Beside her, a man with tousled dark brown hair exuded an air of relaxed confidence. His attire was straightforward, contrasting sharply with the guard’s imposing presence. Nathaniel's eyes flitted back to Eris, noting the way she stood near him, the close proximity between the two. A thought struck Nathaniel, unbidden and unwelcome it was a flicker of jealousy. Were they more than just comrades? The question wormed uncomfortably into his mind.

His stomach twisted, a feeling of unease washing over him. The very notion sparked a flare of anger, the kind that burned hot and erratic. In a moment of distraction, his foot slipped on the icy surface, and for a heartbeat, he teetered precariously, heart racing at the thought of tumbling into the snow. The embarrassing misstep only deepened his frustration, prompting a low, muted curse that escaped his lips: [colour=#C0C0C0]"Idiot."[/colour]

The insult was reserved for himself—foolish for allowing his thoughts to drift to such unsettling territory and, more pressingly, for looking foolish in the snow.

Just as he prepared to steady his thoughts and speak, the man at the threshold broke the silence, his voice ringing clear across the cold air. Nathaniel’s brows knitted in surprise as he shifted his focus to the young Blight-born at his side, curiosity gnawing at him. [colour=#C0C0C0]"That guy,"[/colour]he paused, a warm breath escaping his lips as he spoke pondering what to make of the situation.

[colour=#C0C0C0]"Is he a friend of yours Nesna?"[/colour]
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Mentions/ interactions.
 
Nesna [@enmuni] Eris, Zeph [@The Muse]
Charlotte [@SpicyMeatball]