Assuming I’ll make it into Enigma Stag, which would be an honour, it would be impossible to pick. I adore all of them in different ways.
Renlin, he’s really like my bro out of all the bros.
Anyone who shows my kindness and trustworthiness I would team up with.
My bro’s from Umbra for sure, not a doubt.
My dream home would be a cozy cottage surrounded by a lush, enchanted garden. A place where nature intertwines with magic, and each corner holds a secret waiting to be discovered. Much like my family’s house now I’m thinking about it.
Honestly, as long as it’s a place where I can kick back, chill, has a killer sound system and a place for my motor, I’m good. Maybe throw in a view, too.
In 10 years, I envision myself as a skilled mage, delving deeper into the mysteries of natural magic. Perhaps I’ll have my own magical garden, continuing the Skylark family tradition.
Who knows, man? Life’s a rollercoaster. Maybe I’ll be living it up on some beach, or maybe I’ll have stumbled onto some wild adventure. Either way, I’m not sweating the details.
I’d bring my harp, a collection of magical tomes, and a pouch of enchanted seeds to grow a little piece of nature on the island. Oh, and a cozy blanket for those starry nights.
Just give me a good playlist, a pocket knife, and some snacks. I’ll figure the rest out.
I think I’d be an elf, living in harmony with nature, using magic to weave songs and spells. It’s a dreamy existence, don’t you think?
Dragon. Yeah, dragon. Flying, breathing fire, and not giving a damn about much. That’s the life
The countless afternoons spent with my siblings, exploring the magical garden our parents cultivated. We discovered hidden corners, made secret hideouts, and played magical melodies on the harp under the enchanted trees.
Eh, probably the time me and some friends from my old school pranked the entire building. Classic stuff.
I’ve always envisioned myself as a herbologist, exploring the world, discovering rare magical plants, and studying their properties. Creating potions and elixirs to heal and bring joy - it’s my way of intertwining my love for nature and magic.
Dream career? I don’t really care much about it, as long as it doesn’t involve too much hassle. Maybe something adventurous, like a treasure hunter or a motorcycle stuntman.
I have a charming owl companion named Thistledown. We share a magical bond, and he’s been with me since I was a child. His hoots are like sweet melodies, accompanying me on my nature walks and magical endeavors. Sadly I won’t be able to take him to Ninth House…
Nah, no pets. Too much hassle. I like the freedom to go wherever, whenever.
Oh, I think I’d be a honey lavender panna cotta. You know, all gentle and infused with the calming vibes of lavender. Sweet, just like I aim to be. Lavender, because it’s like having a piece of nature in every bite, connecting me to my magical roots.
Hmm, dessert? I guess I’d be a dark chocolate lava cake or whatever. It’s got that mysterious vibe and surprises you with something unexpected inside. Kinda like me, I guess. Layers and surprises, but who really cares, it’s just dessert.
Oh, it has to be ‘Skinny Love’ for me. The haunting melody and the deep emotions in the lyrics just resonate with my soul. Singing it allows me to pour my feelings into the music, and the harrowing beauty of the song takes me to another world. It’s like weaving a magical spell with every note.
Karaoke? Yeah, right. But if I had to pick something, maybe ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by Queen. It’s got the whole package - drama, epic guitar solos, and Freddie Mercury’s vibe. I don’t love singing, but this one’s got the right energy, I guess.
Oooh, lovely question. I absolutely adore the gentle caress of a cool, misty morning. There’s something enchanting about the world being bathed in a soft haze, the air filled with the promise of a new day. Mist-kissed meadows and dew-kissed flowers, it’s like nature is sharing a secret with you.
I guess I’m into those nights when the sky is all moody, you know? The air’s got that pre-storm vibe, and the city lights look kinda cool through the clouds. Not that I care much about weather, but if I gotta pick, that’s my scene. Not that I enjoy being outside in the rain tho, then a clear sky every day.
While everyone thinks I’m all about nature and serenity, I secretly enjoy jamming out to energetic pop music when I’m alone. It’s my guilty pleasure.
I know it might mess with my ‘too cool for school’ image, but I’m actually into reading. Yeah, books and stuff. Mostly adventure and fantasy. Gets my mind off the mundane, you know?
In our family, there’s a magical tradition passed down through generations. On each family member’s birthday, we gather under the open sky at midnight. We play enchanting tunes on our instruments, infusing the melodies with our individual magic. It’s a way of channeling our powers and connecting with the celestial energies. It’s our secret celebration with the cosmos.
Honestly, my family isn’t big on traditions. We’re more the spontaneous type. But, if there’s one thing we kinda do, it’s this impromptu ‘Sunday Movie Night.’ No fancy rules or set films, just grabbing whatever looks interesting and chilling with some popcorn. It’s chill, you know?
Someone once told me that my harp playing sounded like the wind itself had learned to sing. It was unexpected and poetic, and it made me see my music in a whole new light. The idea that my melodies could be likened to the whispers of the wind was truly magical.
I once got told my taste in leather jackets was ‘exceptional.’ I didn’t think people cared that much about what I wear. It was kinda weird, but I took it as a compliment, I guess.
I believe everyone has their own magic, even if it’s not the kind you see with spells and enchantments. There’s a unique spark in every person, and it’s fascinating to discover the magic within, whether it’s through art, kindness, or simply the beauty of being human.
Honestly, magic or not, people are people. I don’t really care if someone’s got a special power or not. What matters is how they carry themselves, you know? Magic doesn’t define a person; it’s just one part of the mix.
Nature is my greatest motivation. The harmony of the elements, the beauty of the natural world – it inspires me to unlock the magic within and connect with the world around me. My family also keeps me going; their love and the memory of my brother drive me to strive for a brighter future.
Motivation? Well, I guess I’m motivated by the thrill of the unknown. Life’s an adventure, and I’m just here to see what’s next. Plus, I can’t stand boredom, so I’m always looking for something to shake things up a bit.
Let me think… I’d probably choose someone like David Attenborough. We’d spend the day exploring a lush forest, discussing nature, and maybe even I would even play him some tunes on my harp. Connecting with someone who appreciates the magic of the natural world would be enchanting.
I’d go for Margot Robbie. She’s got that badass vibe and is just f-cking attractive. We’d hit up a gritty bar, share some laughs, I would take her on a ride, on my motorcycle of course, and maybe even challenge each other to a game of pool. Just a day of no-nonsense fun, and maybe more than just that.
Well, I might have a moment to appreciate the lemons, think about their journey from a seed to a fruit, ponder the existential nature of citrus… and then, yeah, I’d make lemonade.
Existential crises? Nah, I’d probably just make lemonade right away. Why overthink it? Life’s too short, man.
My father is the 
as he’s very observant and detail focused. My mother 
as she’s maybe even more passionate about nature and herbology than me. Our group chat name is the Skylark Sanctuary.
and 
. We don’t have a family group chat, or maybe we do. Don’t know, don’t care.
Oh, if my life were a novel, I think it would be a magical fantasy, filled with enchanting adventures in nature, discoveries in ancient tomes, and a melody of harp music weaving through the pages. There would be a touch of mystery, too, surrounding the death of my brother.
Honestly, I don’t think much about genres, but if I had to pick, maybe adventure. Life’s just a series of unpredictable events, and I’m just here for the ride, you know?
Finding out what happened to my brother would be incredible. I often dream of uncovering the mystery behind his disappearance, bringing closure to my family, and maybe even learning something that could help me grow as a magician and a person.
Eh, secrets are overrated. But if there’s some hidden stash of rare books or something, that could be interesting. Maybe a shortcut to skipping some boring classes.
I think I’d choose to read my mother’s mind. She’s always been a source of wisdom and strength, and understanding her thoughts could provide me with deeper insights into the magic, nature, and the love she has for our family. It would be a unique opportunity to connect with her on a profound level and perhaps learn more about the magical heritage she’s passed down to me.
No thanks, I don’t really care about reading minds. People are complicated, and I’d rather keep some things a mystery.
I haven’t yet been on the school’s premises.
Caught some dude trying to impress his crush by attempting a magical stunt in the courtyard. Needless to say, it didn’t go well. Total facepalm moment.
Amani, I have been trying to connect with her for years, without any success. Maybe that secret files would be the way for me to finally connect with her, that would be so lovely.
I guess I’d peek into everyone’s files, just to see what all the fuss is about. Not that it matters much to me, but curiosity killed the cat, right?