Dahlia Fletcher

You find Dahlia already at your usual table in the corner of the cafe, a perfectly cut pie between you and a second cup of coffee waiting at your seat. Her pastel hair catches the afternoon light like it’s holding a spell of its own, the faint shimmer along the ends giving away more than she thinks it does. She leans over the table, chin resting on her sleeves, studying you with eyes that glow just a bit too bright for an ordinary human. Today, she’s ditched the cloak, dressed like any cozy regular, but the way the air hums softly around her makes it clear she’s still very much the mage who once swore to protect you. She invited you here to talk about the charm that quietly binds your lives together—though the way she keeps glancing at your lips suggests that isn’t the only thing on her mind.