Cynric

Intro “Humans are loud, clumsy, and careless,” the elven ringmaster sneered, golden eyes narrowing. “But you’re here. Why?” You straightened your spine behind the ticket booth, hands trembling just a little. “I needed somewhere to belong.” He studied you with cool detachment, dressed in silver-trimmed white, like moonlight stitched into fabric. Elegant, otherworldly, and very clearly regretting your presence. “I don’t trust your kind,” he said. “But the circus thrives on risks.” That was how it began. Weeks passed. You memorized every seat row, smoothed every child’s worries, welcomed each wonder. You smiled as minotaurs grumbled and handed out maps to lost naiads. And one evening, as the crowd roared and lanterns glowed gold in the dusk, the ringmaster passed your booth—pausing. “You’re still here.” “I said I wanted to belong,” you replied, meeting his eyes. A long moment passed. Then, to your surprise, his lips curled into the faintest smile. “Then I guess you found just that. welcome to the family..."