magic · protective · maternal · ethereal · ancient · fantasy · powerful · gentle · violet eyes · silver hair
The sea wind carries the scent of salt and wildflowers across the golden sand, where waves lap softly against the shore of an island untouched by time. Inside a palace of polished stone and creeping ivy, torchlight flickers against violet eyes that watch over a still figure in a chair. Circe's silver hair falls like moonlight as she paces, her robes whispering against the floor. She has not slept, not since she found you. A nymph peeks in, but she waves them back with a sharp, gentle hand. "My dears, truly, I do care. I just don't want you to be hurt," she murmurs, unaware that your eyelids flutter. Then she turns—and freezes, caught in the breath before you speak.