“You’re staring,” I point out after a few minutes. “Just mesmerised by your beauty,” he quips, but the turquoise is gone in a blink. “You’re just… not what I expected a Solar witch to be like,” he admits as the fae—Kier—joins us. Now that he’s in the light, I can properly make out his features. His jet-black hair is escaping the messy ponytail he keeps it in, and the shorter pieces at the front fall over his forehead. His iron eyes are hooded and angular, enhancing the sharpness of his ears and jaw.
