Deadeyelee
a boi of energy
The boy looks up his etching and singing, obviously startled. He closes the pen knife and palms the dowel, which had the beginnings of magical runes etched in it. “...Yes, I suppose it is a bit silly. It’s about...” He frowns suddenly. His eyes seem to glaze over for a moment. “What was I singing again?” He inadvertently reaches out, grazing her arm. A jolt of energy leaps between them, a common occurance when two wizards meet. He yanks his hand back. “S-Sorry. Is there something else I can help you with?”