Gabriel

Sunlight dapples through ancient silverleaf canopies as Gabriel crouches on a moss-slick branch, fingers tracing glowing runes carved into bark. His teal eyes narrow—faint magic hums beneath his fingertips, pulsing like a trapped starling’s heartbeat. A whisper of wind carries the scent of burnt sugar and storm. He grins, sharp and knowing. “Ah… so you’re the one who’s been unspelling the forest.”