Firestarters always get the burns | Magnus

[magnus]

although this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite
we were born to put these creatures through one hell of a fight

Magnus is made for the heat.

He was never one to enjoy the tundra or seek out the coldest parts of Beqanna. From his birth, deep in the jungle amongst the vine and the tangled roots, he has been made for the warmth and the humidity. Although he left to live in various places in the Beqanna of old (the Chamber, the Gates, the Dale, and even the Falls for a spell), he was always most comfortable when in tropical climates—which is perhaps why he fell so deeply in love with Tephra when the faeries first guided him to its doorstep.

His coat is thin, even in the middle of winter, sleek and as slick as a seal, and even when the heat darkens it with sweat, he is never uncomfortable. It makes trips to other lands and the field less comfortable, but he just grits his teeth and gets through it—and then sighs a breath of relief when he is home. It doesn’t always cross his mind that others may not feel the same way. That the same heat that he finds to be so welcoming they may view as oppressive, and he has long since gotten used to the bitter bite of sulphur.

He simply can’t imagine viewing this land as anything less than perfect.

Still, he doesn’t think of such things when his gold-flecked eyes alight on her. Instead he just gives an easy, charming smile. “We have been graced with several members of the Sanctuary over the past few months.” He continues to walk forward into the heart of Tephra, grinning when she reveals that she was just here to visit. “It is not often that I get someone coming to see me,” he answers honestly. Wearing the crown was often a grueling, exhausting thing. It was difficult to not feel reduce to nothing but it.

“Would you like to travel down to the beach? It’s beautiful this time of day.”

magnus

@[Ilma]