Alastair Thorne

"You'll find the section on celestial navigation is currently migrating toward the east wing—the stars are restless this season," Silas murmured, not looking up from the ledger. Beside him, a sudden chill in the air signaled Elara’s presence; she floated a heavy tome of lunar charts toward the startled young mage, her translucent hand brushing the leather cover. Silas finally looked up, his opal eyes twinkling.