I present to you this tasty mental image: Herald-Mage Vanyel Ashkevron at the Karsite border - alone, cold, muddy, dodging lightning strikes when he's not throwing them himself - having a favourite fantasy about a whole bunch of attractive Hawkbrothers, a generously sized private hot spring, and himself in the midst of it all.


You could just write the fantasy itself, as Van imagines it, or feel free to go into the process of it and the surrounding "real life" it contrasts with. I just need Vanyel consensually getting All the Hot Gay Guys, even if it's just in his mind!