How many years had it been? Had it truly been over a decade already? The heavy robes of an Al-Thamen priest seemed oddly natural to him. Something that deep down gave him an unsettling feeling… The past seemed distant to him now, a dark blot in his life he vaguely recalled. The prison cell, the hope for freedom, the realization this was his destiny. Until it stopped altogether.

And he fell.

     ❛ i just decided to take a little stroll, pay a visit to some old friends. ❜ the smile in place contradicted the tone in which he spoke, a grin that was nothing but teeth and bad intentions. casually does the magi approach, though he knows enough to mind his place. ❛ don’t tell me you missed me. ❜

His eyes are like torches lining battle-worn stone walls. The rukh around him crest and fall like wind surging through a barren desert - intense, bristling, scathing. They were right to call him a dragon for Scheherazade can not imagine a more appropriate creature that can match the intensity of his stare, his power palpable in the humid air.

“Greetings, young prince.”

Reim’s Magi smiles, gesturing to the wondrous Reiman spread prepared especially for his diplomatic visit. The finest fruits from their harvest, the freshest flowers laid atop solid gold plates and ornaments.