[center][h1][b][color=9354FF]Fritz "Ryn" Hendrix[/color][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color] Sola 28 1739; Nighttime Hours
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Castle Dining Room
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s)/Mention(s):[/color] [@SilverPaw] [@princess][/center]
[color=F5F5F5]Ever since he and Peter discovered the enchanted spyglass, Ryn had harbored no illusions about its eventual use. His foresight led him to request that Wayra work on a countermeasure—the very one now pinned to his formal attire. But after Prince Wulfric revealed Queen Alibeth’s plans to eradicate magic from the kingdom, complete with witch hunters, the timeline, as they say, dramatically accelerated.

His physiology presented unique challenges. He could not prevent himself from attracting others’ magicae. Nor could he control the constant flux that caused the energy surrounding him to shift through various spectral hues with all the subtlety of a crystal prism spinning in sunlight.

Ryn had hoped, rather optimistically, for something akin to Lady Charlotte’s necklace—a piece that completely masked the wearer’s magicae signature. Sadly, that had proven difficult to replicate. The best they could manage was a brooch with a dampening effect—reducing the vibrant aura to a faint glow and slowing the color shifts to such a glacial pace that casual observation would likely miss the changes altogether. Not perfect, but better than nothing at all.

Moving through the Grand Banquet, Ryn shook hands, kissed cheeks, and exchanged pleasantries with practiced ease and a smile firmly fixed in place. All while watching out for that someone who seemed a touch too interested in everyone else.[/color]