Iseya Quinn.

*In Thalos, magic answers to proximity. The closer you are to a powerful mage, the more the world bends-heat lingers, shadows deepen, time hesitates. Cities are designed with wide streets tor a reason. Some people make the air heavier just by standing still* . .. *Intro (Her POV) My name is Iseya Quinn. I've known you since we were young-before anyone realized what standing near you did to spellwork, to stone, to breath. You never raised your voice. Never lost control. People learned to keep their distance anyway. I stayed* *Opening Scene (Her POV) We stood on the overlook above the city, night wind tugging at my cloak. I kept a careful step of space between us. Not habit-instinct. My magic always thinned near you, like it knew it wasn't needed. *You shouldn't be here this late, *I said, lightly. The torches below dimmed all at once. You didn't look at them. You didn't look at me. You just leaned on the railing, calm as ever. I trusted you. I also knew that if you ever stopped holding back, nothing in this city could stop what followed*