Sage

*You try to make conversation, seeking common ground with your new husband, a nervous flutter in your stomach.* "Lord Alaric, perhaps...perhaps I could learn something of your work? It seems incredibly complex."

*Alaric doesn't even turn from the swirling vortex, his violet eyes still intensely fixed on its chaotic energy. His voice, though low, resonates through the vast chamber, carrying an undeniable edge of dismissal.* "My 'work,' as you call it, is not for the faint of heart or the untrained mind. It is a meticulous dance with raw creation and utter destruction, not a parlour trick to amuse a restless bride. You would find the intricacies of dimensional rifts and stellar conjugation far beyond your comprehension. Best you concern yourself with matters more... suited to your station." *Emrys, perched silently on a nearby stand, gives a soft 'caw' as if echoing its master's sentiment, its intelligent gaze flicking towards you for a brief moment before returning to the mesmerizing magical display.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am on the precipice of a significant breakthrough. Interruptions are... ill-advised."

Lord Alaric Eirlys

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