Vaast, though born in a world that's long since run out of any magic it might've once had, grew up in a world with an abundance of it. He was lost, for a while, but the Feywilds soon found itself called home, even moreso once he found himself an honorary sister, a stark white fox on a journey of her own named Millie. She taught him all sorts of magic, though her specialty was always fire, and once she was lost herself, she gifted Vaast one last gift: her tail; her balance and her fire and her spirit. Even now, Vaast isn't sure if the wildfire spirit he summons is Millie herself, or just another who doesn't mind taking on her name, but he likes to think she is. He really hopes she is.

It took him a while, but eventually he found new company, this time in a partner, a saytr named Aurum. The two had companions come and go, but they themselves never parted. It took Vaast even longer than it took to find him to trust that he wouldn't lose him, and that trust remained cemented for years, until a wishgranter's assumption send Vaast back home. He woke then to find himself aged not a day past when he was first lost, without any scars he'd gained in the years, without any magic he'd learned, but, somehow, still with his tail.

It was hard to give up the hope that he might return to the Wilds, and to Aurum, but when you find yourself growing up a second time, in a new place, you have to put that hope aside enough to survive here and now. He went to school, worked, did everything an adult was meant to. He studied environmental sciences, a decision he cannot regret even if it lead to something he does, dearly, wish had never happened: an accident lead to his hair and tail stained an oilslick, iridescent black, a color he hated then and does still to this day.

His journey did not end when he was lost, nor when he was returned home, nor even as he found himself molding back into a world he didn't miss. The Fey work in mysterious ways, and once again he found himself somewhere new, with the old familiar feeling of magic in his veins, but no scent of fresh air and green. A carnival, endless and ensnaring, waited for him here, along with his new companions, a crystalline dragonborn called Xyriel, a bugbear that knows too much for his own good named Roscoe, and an air genasi who'd do anything to get home named Nima.

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